She knelt in front of the door of reincarnation, with a broken arm and blood all over her body.
On the other side of the door is the last reincarnation that is thousands of times more painful than being cut to pieces with a thousand knives.
"Gods and demons cannot fall in love." Someone said to her.
She said she knew.
She said she had no regrets.
Then she walked inside.
——
Many, many years ago, she was a newborn child in a tree.
She didn't understand anything at that time. I don't understand what the difference between gods and demons is, I don't understand what destiny is, and I don't understand why some people would rather die in ashes to love someone.
All she knew was that there was a young man who wrote her casual question into a long letter.
She only knew that when the boy left, he put a red leaf in her palm and said, "The letter will turn yellow, and the leaves will have veins even if they are withered."
All she knew was that she had been waiting for him for many years.
——
Later she understood.
It turns out that the ending of the story has already been written at the beginning.
It turns out that the answer to the sentence "When sandalwood meets fire, does it burn or incense", the answer is not to burn, not to incense——
It's ordinary.
It is common for six hundred years.
It was she who was kneeling in front of the door of reincarnation, covered in blood and with a broken arm, remembering his awkward look when he bowed to her for the first time, and then walked into the door with a smile.
"Gods and demons cannot fall in love."
"I know."
"Then you still-"
"But I will still choose him. In every life, I will choose him."
Intention: Break the shackles of fate and reshape yourself with "love" and "wisdom" (growth and redemption)
