Rong Xian is a thoughtful and delicate girl. She is sick, she is really sick. She often feels that her body has slowly decayed, so she is eager to get rid of this dirty body wrapped in regret, guilt, self-blame and other negative emotions.
Yes, Rong Xian is seriously ill.
But no one pitied her, no one cared about her.
As a result, Rong Xian became more seriously ill.
As her condition worsened, Rong Xian, who was gradually becoming terminally ill, began to shout and scream wildly. She waved her arms frantically, trying to break away from this body that in her eyes should have decayed and decayed long ago and gain freedom in her soul, but everything was in vain.
Alas, poor! Poor!
The merciful god finally sighed.
Redeem, let Rong Xian's poor and pale soul rest in peace.
Just let her go and let her be.
Intention: Be brave, my dear