Excerpt: Over the years, she has gradually felt powerless, and she is deviating from her expectations - she cannot love, she urges herself, comforting herself in what a stable and happy environment she lives in - but she cannot love her life, love is such an elusive and hard-to-find existence, no matter how anxious she is, no matter how much she deceives herself, life still gradually pales in front of her.
Now that Alice has died once, death no longer has the color of fear for her. Life is like the thread in her hand. If she can catch it, she will hold it; if the wind blows too hard and it slips from her hand, she will let it go.
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It's a niche theme, not science fiction, not romance, and it's not long.
Suitable for people who want to change their taste
Concept: The two sides of idealism