This was the seventh time I died in his arms.
For the first time, he toasted me. There is poison in the wine. When I died, he was laughing.
The second time, he gave me a dagger, and I "accidentally" stabbed it in the heart.
The third time, he pushed me off the cliff, and I looked into his eyes - there was no wave.
The seventh time, he hugged me and said, "Don't be afraid." Then I died. Before he died, I saw tears in his eyes.
When I woke up, it was the eighth time. I knelt in my father's funeral hall. Standing outside the door is the same man who killed me seven times.
In this life, I decided to kill him first.
But what I didn't know was that he had waited for me for seven lifetimes, not to kill me, but to save me.
And I waited for eight lives, not to wait for him, but to wait for myself.
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This is a story about "waiting".
Han Xu waited for seven lifetimes, never daring to feel anything, but finally said "reluctant". Azan searched for the eighth life, and from doubting everyone to discovering that the person standing behind the door was herself.
Dong Xu waited for twenty-one years and received ninety-seven letters, both front and back, but none was sent. Chai Rong waited for Ah Tan to come back and wait for the golden light under Youzhou City. Madam Dong waited and crawled three feet into the fire, just for the words "It's enough for you to live."
The locust tree finally sprouted after waiting for three years.
All those who waited have waited.
——When you wait, that's enough.
Determination: wait for him for seven lifetimes, wait for yourself for eight lifetimes - wait until you wait for yourself, then wait for him.
