In his previous life, he stood up for me and fell down. In this life, he married me and tortured me every day.
It is said that after three lives of love tribulation, one can ascend, but this third life is really too difficult.
Until I looked back on my past life in concentration and saw him dying tragically for me.
In this life, I looked at the suffering he had suffered for me with cold eyes and silently worked on his skills.
When the love crisis was about to end, he asked me with red eyes: "Can you... Love me again?"
My fingertips brushed between his eyebrows and pulled out a strand of peach-colored silk:
"Fellow Taoist, you are blocking my ascension."
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I'm fascinated by the rare ancient style writing.
It's so beautiful that I can't help but be immersed in it and can't extricate myself.
Light and flavorful, still water flowing deeply, elegant and soothing, with a far-reaching artistic conception