Every time I start over, I grow up, and my sister-in-law always says that growing up means good things.

Sometimes I think that it may be a good thing to miss the time to meet him, because I no longer have to fall in love with someone I shouldn’t love at the wrong time.

She couldn't save him, and she could only save each other by leaving.

Once again, I came to the Avenue, but this time he failed the appointment... and only after asking from many sources did I realize that he was dead.

Life is so fragile. Whether it is him or him, he is just a poor person who is overwhelmed by the torrent of time.

With such regrets, I returned to my childhood again. This time, I went to the Earth Federation and met Marceau when I was young. I saved the squinting and eyed person who was destined to be hit and killed by a car. I met her sister and became good friends.

Then Marceau died again.

Sometimes they die of malice.

Sometimes they die of mutual slaughter.

Sometimes, they die from evil people who covet themselves.

It turns out that my existence is ominous, it turns out that I... no! My life should not be like this!

So, I began to carefully plan my future, and every step was carefully selected; every step was to achieve the ultimate; every step was to strive for perfection.

Every time Marceau survived, it felt like he had been redeemed.

Every time I watched him get together with the girl who accompanied him, my heart was always empty.

Until one time, under the monument of victory, he stretched out his hand, a little clumsy, expectant, and hesitantly grabbed her wrist.

"I am alone, you are alone... can we... lick each other's wounds?"

In this way, the hardships of life have an end.

Marceau has his own opinions, but he will follow good deeds and beat people, but he will feel sorry for others.

I also knew his life experience, and I pity him and love him even more.

Although he wanted to leave the family because of this, every time Marceau knew the truth, he trusted the Fang Er in front of him who gave everything for him.

Such a long life can finally pass away in the arms of a lover.

Even if you open your eyes and start again in the next second, you will feel that there is hope in life and it is worth your efforts.

A wise man once said that everyone is the bridge to happiness for others.

I agree deeply.

At the same time, a sentence was added.
Chapter completed!