Once upon a time, there was a family who lived in a big house in the middle of busting city.the city was peaceful beautiful. The youngest daughter of the family was intelligent,kind and extraordinary beautiful. She was so talented that her family was immensely proud of her.
Her siblings would sometimes get jealous, but in the end, they loved her dearly.Many people admired her but no one dared to approach her,because of her protective brother and father.
One day she saved a man from near a accident. that moment left a deep impression on him.And he fell in love with her.However,he couldn't find her again.After a long time they crossed paths once more. This time,he Didn't want to lose her, so he did everything to make her fall back and finally proposed to her and she accepted.They lived happily ever after.
The end.
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But is it truly the end? No, not at all. A new story begins right where the last one left off.
Stories like these, full of joy and perfect endings, only exist in fairy tales,don't they? A life that happy feels impossible, like a fleeting dream.
The story you're about to hear is nothing like that. It's the opposite—a descent into a mad, chaotic world where hope feels like a distant memory.