The successive nightmares suddenly disrupted the ordinary life.
Friendship and love become distant in an instant.
It turns out that everything has a fate, and she was just a passer-by in someone else's script.
It was like this in the past life, and it will be like this in this life.
Can't escape, can't let go.
All personnel and affairs have been returned to their positions, and the gears of destiny have been quietly turning on the set track.
Destiny, when does it originate and where does it end.
The seven-day period is like a curse, lingering, but shrouded like a mist.
Can it be broken through and the mystery solved? What is waiting for it?
The fate of this life is wrong. After a lifetime of reincarnation, the love is gone.
Staring at the desolate place when I came, I don't love the day and night, I just want to keep this promise.
Intention: I wrote it casually, I don't know what it will develop into.