That war took away my love.
Many years later, I returned to my hometown and found an ancient book hidden deep in the bookcase in my lover's room. After reading it carefully, I was shocked to realize that he had already decided to forge a sword with his body so early.
So he was ready to leave me early. As for me, I didn't even have time to say goodbye to him properly.
It should have been me who died, why are you so stupid?
I would rather we never met.
Tears fell one drop at a time, as if the pain that had been delayed for many years finally caught up with me.
I remember when we first met, he looked at me with a faint light in his eyes: "Sister, you don't remember me, do you?"
He paused and continued: "It doesn't matter, let's get acquainted again."
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were deep and hard to fathom: "This time, I want you to remember me."
Only now did I gradually understand the depth of his eyes. But this epiphany came too late, really too late.
After many years, I realized that the fate between you and me was originally a mark engraved in the previous life.
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