She never felt that there was anything special about herself. It was just that she had no relatives, didn't know her name, didn't know what she was doing and where she was going to go in the future, and she didn't even know why she died. She had been drifting for who knows how long when she heard a distinctive voice.
"Do you have any last wishes?"
"Yes, I want to know why I exist."
At this moment, she felt as if her "life" had just begun...
Purpose: Everyone has his or her own meaning of existence