No one will truly love you, that kind of unforgettable love, that kind of love that is willing to die for you, those years of oaths and promises, all gone with the wind.
The longing for the immortal couple in the ancient martial arts, their love and hatred are just the imagination of the author. No one is selfish, and people are fickle. . . . . . . . Why should we die for others? It's not because of who we are born for. Those loves, great ones, are just illusions and cannot be realized.
In the drizzle, in the dark streets, and the crowds of people, who will take a second look at you? Whether it is a young first love or a frivolous love, all we can understand is that we have admired each other because of our good feelings in those years. That kind of love is nothing more than possessiveness. If you ask if this is love, you can only go to Naihe Bridge and see if he is waiting for you on the other side, or waiting for him to come to you.
Love--what can truly forget life and death may be ignorance, or it may be the most meaningless thing you will get in the next life..
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
