"Cycle, cycle... I, can't I get out?" Jiang Yan was half-lying on the ground, with long dark hair and disheveled clothes, with a sad and joyful look on her face.
Jiang Yan was raised with purpose and sent into a fake world with fake memories...
(PS: There is a big framework, not all of it is Jiang Yan~, the author is very new, please spray lightly, thank you~)
Intention: Self-improvement, calmness