Lingering Game

This is my first attempt at writing a sadistic story about rebirth, and I am announcing my official return. Readers who know me well should know that I am used to burying my writing in my articles, so the ending is really not that simple. . . . . . . . . She always thought that she was happy and that her life was perfect and illusory, but in the end, it turned out to be a ridiculous performance. What, a substitute? This is comparable to the vulgar passages in third-rate novels. Just because of that woman who looked similar to her, a woman who intervened in his life before she met him. So who is she? An idiot who was kept in the dark, a stand-in? What was even more frightening was that a car accident made her finally meet 'that person'. Finally understand that happiness is nothing more than this. For the time being, I am not good at writing introductions. Everyone will wait and see.