She's a mean person. No matter who he is facing, he uses an unsparing tone to reveal the most private places in everyone's heart. To attract people's disgust and hatred, he will always have an indifferent attitude and look down on all living beings.
She is aware enough to recognize her own timidity. This awareness was not enough for her to recognize her own heart.
People who were important to her abandoned her for their most important existence. Throw it away so easily, as if it was never picked up.
It is just an important thing, so important that it transcends life. And this feeling has nothing to do with love.
She lived in that terrible place for fifty years with her eyes wide open for a promise. Now, I have fulfilled my promise, maintained myself, and come out.
What awaited was betrayal.
Will you leave me too?
I wonder if the flowers are blooming.
(To be honest, the personality differences between the first three chapters and the following chapters are too big. It seems that the shaping has failed... In short, the overall writing style is biased towards complaining. At least the author is happy when complaining.)