[Original God] Dear Miss Witch

Nan Zhao is immortal and a witch who represents destruction. But she didn't want to live anymore. She jumped in front of the rock god first, but she was locked up, Not dead. She went to the God of Thunder to provoke a duel, but was slashed. Still not dead. Then, the witch picked up a pure white doll. The doll was too clean and looked nothing like her. I really want to destroy it. She wondered, would he hate her after destroying him? Do you want to kill her? Later, the pure white doll was turned into a monster by her own hands, but she fell in love with the doll absurdly. But the doll hated her so much that he wanted to cut her into pieces. Just as she expected from the beginning. It doesn't matter, as long as she loves him, that's enough. Later, the doll erased its own existence. Miss Witch doesn't remember him. When the doll saw Miss Witch again, Miss Witch said that she had a husband and asked him to respect himself. How is that possible? It was obviously her who turned him into a monster, but now she doesn't want him anymore... How is that possible? Already have a husband? It doesn't matter, as long as her husband is dead, isn't it? It's okay... Why did the person who turned him into a monster forget all about happiness and live happily? —— Alice: "Look, what do you think of this story? Isn't it particularly interesting?" Nan Zhao looked at the excited woman holding the novel in front of her and was silent for a moment. "So this is what you call a high-end product?" She squinted her eyes and fumbled with the ring on her ring finger that was made of special power. "You have to be paranoid and possessive. Isn't it bad taste? This is very popular in that world!" Alice turned the page of the novel and spoke righteously to her. She shook her head, sighed, and stood up, "I'm leaving first, otherwise I'll exceed the gate limit." Ms. Alice was disappointed: "Huh? So early? Why do you have to go home so early every time?" She glared with dead eyes: "Ha... This is the very good nian you talk about." Intention: Look forward, don't be trapped in the past