I was reborn and went back to 1937, to the day when He Qiuliang said to me "the first time we met." The system made me forget everything, including the ending of his final sacrifice. I got to know and fall in love with him again, dancing a double identity on the tip of a knife. Until the memory wakes up - that rainy night, that explosion, and his figure walking towards death humming a song. This time I vowed to change everything. But when I finally stood at the crossroads of fate, I saw him smiling at me and mouthing silently: "I know it all." It turns out that this reunion has never been a person's obsession. And deep in history, there are always answers heavier than love, waiting to be revealed.
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