"I always feel that I am very lucky," an unknown "Schrödinger" person said, and then he passed out with his head hanging. "Yes, indeed." Natasha nodded, standing expressionlessly in front of the hospital bed. "Not a dozen bombs sent you to see God, you are indeed lucky." AA chuckled, "Maybe because I don't believe in religion, hey, God doesn't accept-" Before she could finish her words, Natasha killed her with a dose of eye knife. AA raised his hands and shook them to express surrender, "Okay, okay, no more", and then smiled at her ingratiatingly.
Intention: Optimistic, independent