In the last life, we went from a young boy to a gray-haired man. We had quarrels, quarrels, and complaints, but we were still together for a lifetime.
It wasn't until he died and closed his eyes that he said in my ear with red eyes:
"If there is an afterlife, don't meet me again."
When we open our eyes, we are seventeen years old again.
As expected, he avoided me like a snake and a scorpion. He took detours, changed seats, quit the club, and tried every means to avoid everything related to me.
I was born again.
Seeing him fleeing clumsily, I just pretended not to remember anything, kept quiet, and did not chase, make trouble, or get close to him.
But fate is ridiculous.
The more he hid, the more he turned the corner and ran into my arms;
The more I wanted to give up, the more times I was saved from danger;
The more I say I don't love her, the more my eyes turn red and I lose control when I feel wronged.
Later, on a rainy night, he blocked me in a corner and his voice was hoarse and trembling:
"I obviously want to avoid you for the rest of my life... Why can't I let you go?"
"It was my fault in the last life. In this life, I will love you instead, okay?"
I raised my eyes and finally stopped pretending to be stupid:
"Okay.
But this time, don't let go. "
