In fact, there should be no regrets, but why do stories always end when they are separated?
Where there is life, there must be death, and where there is death, there must be life. Death is in its proper place and will be remembered forever.
This is the rule of this world and the law of survival in the world.
Okay, okay~_~
The story is not that gloomy and can be read as a dessert after a meal.
Believe me, I guarantee it with my personality
Intention: Live well, okay?