She can deeply feel the pain of the heroine, no matter whether she knows where her father is, she knows that her father is dead. It feels like someone is constantly pulling the floor under your feet, causing you to start falling in a pitch-dark space. You can't catch any support. No matter how hard you struggle, you will only be disappointed, and you will only be left with death. The only difference is whether you are willing to fall directly to pieces and die, or be pierced through the heart by a sharp, raised object when you hit the ground.
In the dark story, a cold forest, a marginalized group, and a cold winter all condense how cold and cruel the society is. Compared with these invisible mutilations, what do drugs count as? Just a pinch of white powder.
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