She lived for three thousand years, never grew old or died, and sent away one beloved person after another. He was a general, a scholar, a warlord, a businessman - in every life, he had the same face, and every time, he died for her. Black silk is sewn into the armor, praying to travel through the millennium. He forgot her and she dared not recognize him. Until that day, under the spotlight of the museum, the repaired armor stood quietly. He stood behind her and asked softly, "Madam, is there really an afterlife for people? This time, she won't run away anymore. A thousand years of obsession, just a strand of black hair. At the end of reincarnation, I finally dare to hug you."
