She once asked him: If there was an afterlife, would you still choose this path?
He didn't answer.
Later she found out - he had no next life.
It took him three lifetimes to learn one thing: to love someone is not to die for her, but to live for her.
But by the time she learned this, he was gone.
Over the years, every promise has come true.
That year of cold food, the sky outside the city was filled with paper kites. The fifteen-year-old boy took the twelve-year-old girl's hand and said:
"Qing Ci, I will definitely marry you in the future."
She believed it.
I have believed it for three lifetimes.
