Book of Destiny——the Book of Fusheng

Shen Qingci did not accept her fate. After seeing through the nature of fate, she still chose to make a small resistance in the limited space. Using her medicine to delay his disappearance is prolonging this "dream". Even after waking up from the dream, there is deeper despair! "Miss Shen," he asked slowly, "do you hate the person who wrote you in the book?" Shen Qingci was stunned. She remained silent for a long time until the carriage drove into the shadow of the black mountains and the interior of the carriage became completely dark. "I hated him." Her voice drifted in the darkness. "I hated him for giving me consciousness and trapping me in words. I hated him for making me fall in love with him and then abandoning me." "But I don't hate it now." "Why?" "Because hate is also a program written by him." Shen Qingci said, "If I hate him, it proves that I am still in his script. So I don't hate it anymore. I choose to 'forgive'. But this forgiveness is not for him, but for myself. It was me who chose to break out of the 'love-hate' framework and choose to treat this ridiculous scene in my own way."