I felt sorry for Sirius more than once,
Why can't he be happy?
What if you were born in troubled times, if you were separated from your loved ones, if you were miserable and struggled under the clouds of Azkaban for fifteen years.
So, if the original facts had an error of 0.0000001 Seconds, can I give him happiness?
——This was not the first time that □□A woke up in the night. She gasped for breath, sweat dripped down her temples, and her silver hair stuck to her forehead. She sat up and outside the window, summer cicadas were chirping all night long.
——"What?" The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows, "What did I hear? A Malfoy actually told me what respect is?"
——Yes, yes, you will always feel that you are unfortunate, but you cannot imagine or imagine what real suffering is.
—I am not a nobleman, sir. I'm just a "person". Just a "person". I think that no matter who I am, I have the right to choose life according to my own wishes.
——I have been working hard, trying to convince myself that I am happy.