What is it like to go from heaven to hell? Is it pain? Pain? Resentment? Sad?
These are not enough to express.
It's hatred, the kind of hatred that destroys heaven and earth. What I hate is myself, my cowardly self, my innocent self, my naive self, my ridiculous self.
Who said that childhood sweetheart = prince or princess = happy life?
Everything is a lie.
It turns out that she was just a bet between them, betting on who was more charming...
She brought them laughter and fun, but she could only cry silently.
Cowardly child, have you really woken up in this pink dream?
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