When she was six years old, she said: "Look back at me."
He looked back.
The next time I look back, I have waited seventeen years and changed three worlds.
In the first world, she was an abandoned concubine in the cold palace, and someone whistled in the middle of the night when the assassin was breaking open the door. In the second world, she was the standing sister of a has-been idol, and there was someone standing in the empty audience at night after she retired. In the third world, she was a bionic person who was about to be formatted, and someone was watching her through the glass window all night.
Sending charcoal, sending iron hairpin, sending life - three worlds, the same black iron hairpin with the word "ink" engraved on it. She forgot what he looked like, she even forgot his name. But every time she held the hairpin, the old marks on her left wrist felt hot.
It has been permed for seventeen years and three worlds.
She forgot. He never left once.
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He stayed for three lives, and she forgot for three lives, but the old marks are always hot
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It's well written and very visual [please update]
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He stayed for three lives, and she forgot for three lives, but the old marks are always hot
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