The human threshold for happiness is limited; if you are happy all the time, you will become bored and weary. Similarly, there's a limit to the pain one can endure. After witnessing a hundred instances of suffering, numbness and weariness are bound to follow.
Time pressed pause for Nomi Anderson Guesette.
Repeat, repeat again, forever relentlessly repeat.
Tragedies continued to occur, yet her heart no longer excited as it did initially; she even began to doubt her own immortality.
It would be better to die, to die and not worry blindly.
Except for feeling sorry for the one who saved her—yet, what if they were already dead?
She searched almost every corner of the Outer World but couldn't find a trace of them. If this weren't some third-rate novel or romantic fairy tale, then perhaps they were truly dead.
Thus, she gradually became indifferent and no longer pursued the figure that saved her back then.
