A light in a jar, spinning and twirling in a circle of brightness. Past the point of human comprehension. We don't see far enough into the world of objects. Maybe now you will.
A light in a jar, spinning and twirling in a circle of brightness. Past the point of human comprehension. We don't see far enough into the world of objects. Maybe now you will.
I could say this is one cliché story. A college girl died and transmigrated into an otome game she once played. Unfortunately she becomes the villainess, and even worse she has an illness.
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