This is a short story about love, friendship, and family affection. I hope readers can understand what true love is and be freed from pain as soon as possible after reading it.
Before I met him, I didn't know what past lives were. I only knew that I was dreaming. All the past lives made us meet in this life.
That day in the teahouse, I burst into tears while listening to our past lives. Everything was almost consistent with my dream. I couldn't believe the authenticity of it all. If it was true, why did we meet each other after we got married in this life? Does this kind of encounter tell us that there is love in the world but it cannot match the reality in front of us? Whether you believe it or not, just think of it as a dream. Life is originally a dream. All the love and hate in the dream are reincarnated in infinite cause and effect. How I wish that the person who holds the fragments of the past life is not me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
