Song Yue looked at Jiang Mingyan, who was wearing a wedding dress and nestled in the man's arms, and felt that this might be the best ending. She squinted at the girl standing tall and graceful in the center of the stage. The kiss in the sun, the understanding and blessings of the crowd, and the recognition of society were all things she could not give... It was time to let go, she thought. Perhaps she was too dazed. When she returned home, Song Yue didn't see the speeding truck. When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the beginning of the story, but this time the story had an additional system and some troublesome tasks.
Intention: cool writing, casual writing