Searching and searching, going through ten lives, not knowing each other in life, only remembering after death. I sigh that there is no medicine for regret in the world, and regret that I didn't know it at that time.
Why do people always know how to cherish something after losing it, and then they start to regret their initial confusion.
I'm not afraid of not knowing, I just wish I couldn't have known earlier.
(Unsurprisingly, it will be a bit sadistic. When I chose the writing style, I originally wanted to choose tragedy, but when I think about sadism, it does not necessarily mean sad. Unsurprisingly, it is Jun Fan who is sadistic. Well, or rather sadistic at the same time! Silently crawl away...)
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