In the first life, she was the daughter of a tea merchant, and he was the prince. When she went, he followed. In the second life, he was an undercover agent of the Communist Party and a national major general. He deliberately tried to please him just to get close to him. Later, he succeeded. When he dies, he goes with him. In her third life, she was a lonely warrior on the highway. She had no big dreams and just wanted to eat, drink and have fun. They live in a relatively tolerant society in this life, and she begins their story under her evil pursuit... She walks through rows and rows of bookshelves, and she can clearly hear her own footsteps, listening to her own footsteps whirling in the huge library. The feeling is pure and lonely, and the steps under her feet are walking through the time of her life. It was now three-thirty in the afternoon, and there were not many people in the library. There were a few students reading sporadically by the window. Sunlight streamed in through the window, and the dust dancing in that beam of light seemed particularly quiet. A girl sat quietly, flipping through the test paper, frowning, and writing furiously.
Intention: Do you believe in the afterlife? But without you, I am just not that happy, but I am still living well.