[Heart-breaking and tear-jerking · Background of the Republic of China · Rebirth and pursuit of love · Feelings of family and country]
In the winter of her death, he received a farewell letter.
The letter said: "You are born with mud legs and are not worthy of me."
He didn't believe it. But the handwriting was clearly hers.
Eight years later, he returned to the town with his military exploits, and all he found was a lonely grave.
That night, he knelt in front of the grave, burned the letter, and burned his own heart.
"If I could do it all over again -" he swore to the wind and snow, "I would never let go of your hand."
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He opened his eyes and was eighteen years old again.
The calendar says: September of the 16th year of the Republic of China.
She's not dead yet, the letter hasn't been written yet, it's still not too late.
He ran like crazy to find her, and waited until sunset when he finally saw that familiar figure.
But when she turned around, there was only strange doubt in her eyes——
"Excuse me... Do we know each other?"
What should he say? Say I was your lover in your previous life? Say you will die in the winter six years from now? That I came to save you?
He couldn't say anything. He could only start from scratch and re-enter her life.
But this time, when he thought he could finally change his destiny——
The storm that changed everything came as expected.
The year she died, he said that if he could do it all over again, he would never let her go.
He really came back.
But is the second chance given by fate really a gift, or is it another catastrophe of reincarnation?
Floating life is like sending it away, I only miss you Qing'an
