She is a general who is famous all over the world. She is a genius with amazing talent and beauty.
She is a cold and strange devil who is good at strategizing and murdering invisible people.
Deep in the gray eyes, the hidden sadness penetrated deeply into the bones and blood.
In the lonely soul, coldness and despair spread crazily.
She is the strong wind blowing in the face, the cold and beautiful moonlight, visible but indescribable, desirable but out of reach.
Fate plays tricks, reaching out frequently and reversing roles; love, hate, anger and ignorance, right and wrong, grudges, who can tell.
When thousands of sails have passed, I only wish to see the vast sea and sky again, with kites flying and fish leaping...
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This story may not have ups and downs of the plot, or lingering love;
Love is deep, pain is also deep, and a lifetime may pass by in such a hurry.
Not bizarre but equally profound, not lingering but equally unforgettable.
I tried my best to write this story as a journey of pursuing the value of my own existence - why do people live, how do they live, and what is the value of life?
The eloquent story sets up a platform for these questions, and the heroine finally finds her own answer.