What does it feel like to be dead?
Life and death, love and hatred?
For her, nothing is more heartbreaking than finding out that she is living in lies spun by others, and walking towards despair step by step with the bone-gnawing pain.
When it is discovered that all natural disasters are man-made disasters, when there is another chance to do it again
What would you do?
[Plot direction, emotional line is slow to heat up, HE]
Intention: Misfortunes lie on the back of blessings, and blessings lie on the backs of misfortunes. Who knows the extreme? There is no justice in it. The good ones become strange again, and the good ones become monsters again.