She was just an ordinary woman, but she didn't expect to fall into the abyss of time and space and come to this world of animation. Well, she admitted that she liked animation very much, but how could a little girl live in this strange yet familiar space?
Hey, maybe she is really not unlucky enough. All she meets are the protagonists, and they are all handsome men and beauties, but they are also deliberately ruthless. There is no heroine in any anime. Forget it, she comforts herself by saying: It's not bad to go and see the male supporting characters. Who says people always say: supporting characters are meant to be liked, while protagonists are meant to advance the plot!
But can feelings really be arbitrary like this? Can liking be controlled? Of course not, she could only huddle in a corner and hide her fragile self, letting her tears flow freely to vent her sadness. I only hope that they who she treats sincerely can be happy, and that they remember that there is still someone who cares about them silently. It can only create slight ripples in these worlds.
Please remember, forget me not.
(This introduction has nothing to do with the plot. The writing style has been changed recently, so please ignore it gracefully.)
This article definitely has a good ending!