The woman waited quietly on the winding mountain road, just like countless times in the past, but this time, her eyes were full of expectations. The rain became louder, the sky became terrifyingly gloomy, and the night turned completely dark. The heavy rains for several days caused landslides, and she never saw the embarrassed man who broke in in the dark night again. She finally moved her stiff body and came to the human city with her memory. But the man seemed to have never appeared in this world, and no one knew about him. She cut the artery with an expressionless face, and there was a voice in her heart telling her that reincarnation was over. It turned out that what she had been unwilling to die was the weak and constant hope in her heart. She seemed to have returned to her childhood, always lacking love, but extremely greedy for warmth, so she always wanted to get a ray to support her endless reincarnation. Now she has gained it, and has lost it forever. Maybe this is her ending, and she will never have to miss warmth so much again.
You are very different. The monster murmured as though it existed. The man didn't seem to hear it, only an undercurrent flashed in his eyes.
Ding----The world is being reset. . . Anomalies are found. Ding----The world is being reset. . . . Anomalies are found. The mechanical sound of the system's ruthless planning suddenly sounded. The man lying lazily next to him chuckled, "01, has it degraded?" Recently, abnormalities have slowly appeared in the upper world, and a variable seems to have appeared in countless small worlds. As a result, the program virus continues to spread, and after countless resets, the last abnormal fluctuation is finally discovered in the corner of a small world. Out of
Intention: love