My best friend and I are just playing a "real-life version of the parenting game" together. Raising people to death is a new experience and excitement for rich people like them. But I believed her without any brain, with the fatalism that "some people are born in Rome, and some people are born as cows and horses!", So I gave up my efforts and followed her around. In the end, she was still the daughter of a wealthy family who was admired by all the stars, leading a noble and gorgeous life. And here I am, impoverished and dying of illness on a park bench with a warm cup of hot cocoa in my hand. When the sun rose again, an announcement was suddenly heard: Freshmen should register in Building 2. When I opened my eyes, I was reborn on the first day I met my best friend.
