At that time more than a hundred years ago, my chest hurt, but my heart didn't hurt.
Because she comforted me by saying that it takes a hundred years to cross the same boat, and it takes a thousand years to sleep together.
I answered him, yes, it would be nice to practice with you for thousands of years, just to sleep with you.
She held back tears and said, see you in the next life.
I said, I will wait for you in the next life.
More than a hundred years later, I stand here, still with her, still with the sword stuck in my chest. Now, my chest doesn't hurt, my heart aches.
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