He rescued him sixteen years ago, and a lifelong entanglement began;
He betrayed him ten years ago, and a sword penetrated his chest. What was left was hatred, but what was cut away was love;
When they meet again, they are enemies.
She said: "Is it me you are marrying, or is there his shadow in me?"
He said: "I don't want your promise, and I don't want the next life. This kind of love is too painful. One time is enough. I don't want life after life. All I want is to have no regrets in this life and no fate in the next."
She said: "Whether he hates him or loves him, I will no longer be just a passerby in his life."
He said: "Regret? I regretted it ten years ago..."
Destiny has begun, it will not stop, and it cannot stop
Time buries the truth. When the truth is indifferently buried in the dust and memory, he decides to let this become an eternal secret and take it to his own grave, even if the person he loves deeply hates him all the time. But why didn't he give up? Why didn't he give up even though he himself had given up? Such entanglement. It's really tiring and hurtful.
When the truth is finally revealed, and misunderstandings, hurt, and deceit are all in the past, can love really continue?