500 Years ago, she stood in front of a cliff dressed in all white with her hands behind her back.
She said: Even if you are a Shura in hell, I am willing to rise and fall with you
He smiled: I am Shura.
In that battle in hell, he pushed her into reincarnation with his own hands
He said: Wait for me
The reincarnations of the world have worn her into indifference and coldness
I only remember that year he was smiling like a flower, leaning under the locust tree and calling her.
Why not wait, just wave your sleeves in reincarnation.