I personally killed the girl who had been waiting for me for a hundred years.
At the orientation party, she ran towards me with red eyes. I thought she was pestering her.
In the snow, she handed me a love letter and I threw it into the trash can in front of everyone;
When I started my business, she gave everything she had to help me, and I turned around and gave the company to Bai Yueguang;
At the wedding, she was waiting for me in a wedding dress, but I showed up with another woman.
When she coughed up blood and fell in front of me, I realized:
What I lost was the only light in my life.
Later, I became a monk and spent my whole life sweeping fallen leaves in ancient temples.
Only then did I understand: The debt of love is hard to repay. Keeping appointments for hundreds of years will end up being a waste of my life.
