Life, many people want to save it.
How about staying? It's nothing more than hanging on for a breath.
I also want to survive.
I just want to protect that delicate and weak sister.
She is my only relative.
Blood source is the most far-fetched and most rogue reason, isn't it?
If I were not born into a noble family, could my fate be rewritten?
If I learn to be weak, can I get more pampering in exchange for it?
If it were not for natural arrogance, perhaps accidents would not exist.
If I no longer have that persistence after a new baptism, my life may not be like the bloody rains in the past, and those bloody storms are just stronger memorials in life.
In the previous life, calling for wind and rain was just a gesture.
Nowadays, the blood splattered by the knife is just a matter of talking and laughing.
I've seen too many of those uses.
Once, at the last second of my life, I knew clearly: people are so damn hypocritical.
"Oh, I'm not a woman of faith. It's no wonder that those methods are too unbearable..."
"You mean cooperation? I'm sorry, this is not a charity, and I don't do loss-making business..."
"Love me? I'm very happy recently, so I don't need to listen to jokes..."
"The opportunity is not whether I give it or not, but whether he cares..."
"As long as I have his taste, I will never give up..."