At the end of a certain life, I had become a white-haired old woman, and my skin was wrinkled like dried orange peels. He came to my bed with calm and sad eyes.
The eyes of the God on earth are so gentle, just like before, and his face is still unseasoned, and I, I am walking towards death in despair. At that moment, I felt an unprecedented fear, everything would start over again, and the people and things I knew would forget my existence, and it would happen over and over again, never ending.
So I made up my mind, I want to go to the real death, I want my bones to be buried three feet forever, and I want Clark Kent to be buried with me.
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Impure love, hateful love, a high probability of being all-inclusive, a medium probability of a single male protagonist, and a small probability of no CP.
The rebirth setting and title are adapted from the British science fiction novel "The Fifteen Lives of Harry" (author Claire North)
Trauma warning, please do not read this if you have any form of trauma.
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There is no outline, just write wherever you dream.
Can teach writing skills, reject meaningless criticism, communicate in a friendly manner, and have peace&love.
Motto: Life is a journey