He traded his memory for reincarnation.
When he opened his eyes again, master and apprentice were strangers to each other, with love and hate intertwined.
In this life, neither forget nor forget.
Between love and hate, looking for the real answer.
He used a bouquet of flowers "don't ask me" to blackmail others "don't forget him"
But I am forgetting myself. . . .
The eternal heart will remain unchanged until death. This and that flower blooms and falls. Don't forget me.
-If I stop blackmailing you to remember, will you still remember me?
- "When the tea flowers bloom to the end, I will still remember you, because I choose to remember you."
Intention: life and death