You are the strongest person in the world, always able to turn conflicts into friendship and corruption into magic.
A fire burned the sky above the wilderness into crimson, and you were filled with tears but you still sang generously. The gun turns into the fireworks of the times in your hands. You are the chosen one and the color of the sky.
You say, it is difficult to escape the blame for the way it is, but it is high-sounding for the way it is done. Looking through the autumn water, it is famous far and wide, and the temperature in the palm turns into a golden fire. This is the concerto of the years.
You said, one pair of legs, two arms, one eyeball, one heart, relatives and youth, this is all you have, but in exchange for the long-term peace of the world, there will be no more trouble.
You said that everyone who pushes you into the abyss will make you stronger. And you grew up through experience after experience, and finally were reborn in Nirvana, trampling under your feet everything that once despised you.
This is your destiny.
(The growth history of the tenacious heroine, a passionate and inspirational novel, no CP yet)