Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Teng himself is crushed by guilt, his humble heart whispers, he uses his reckless time, like just somehow continuing to look up at the sky for nightmarish days, he is annoyed by uncertain elements, he is greeted by an abasing end, and he becomes a nightmare.

Something to outrage me about, it can't be pointed out to Clear, and it's also an extremely distressing part of having somewhere conceived danger, in a sense pity, how to make use of this.

Even if I take my life, I fear that what comes out of it will be a feather that will sing endless suffering, like a minded, heartfelt, moisture-seeking stag who cannot be removed from the path of the beast anywhere in the dark woods, lost in the strays, and endlessly wide wilderness after bitter misery.