A story about watching a best friend fall in love from a first-person perspective but suddenly remembering that she is in a desperate situation.
Today, my best friend and the person she likes looked at each other and wanted to kill him.
Tomorrow my best friend interacted with the person she liked and wanted to kill him.
The day after tomorrow, my best friend was kissing the person he likes. I want to stab my best friend. No, I can't stab this one, so who should I stab?
Later, "Ancestor, do you like him or their CP?" "I like them both." Forget it, I'll kill myself.
Note: The copywriting is very silly, but it has a bit of a knife, but the main thing is sugar. The protagonist from the first perspective is a tool without CP, mainly his best friend giving sugar.
Concept: Human life is diverse and unclear