For three thousand years, he stood in the clouds and watched me overcome the tribulation and ascend.
For three thousand years, he has been hiding in the dark, protecting me at the critical moment of life and death.
For three thousand years, he kept a secret, waiting for a word.
"If there is an afterlife, will you marry me?"
This was the last question he paid for with his life.
And I spent another three thousand years to retrieve him from nothingness.
When he held me unconscious and finally recognized the tear mole,
I know——
Three thousand years is a long time, long enough to make a person forget everything.
Three thousand years is also very short, just enough for me to love him twice.
