I once asked myself whether I wasted too many times looking back in my previous life, so I never have that one glance to remember the intersection of my life in this life.
If this is the case, can the countless encounters here in this life be exchanged for a single thought of compassion in the next life? So, how many times are you going to miss it with me here?
Flowers on the other shore, the flowers bloom and the leaves fall, but the twins are missing. It was the Buddha's single thought of mercy that made them lose their alluring color and forget about each other in this life. But you and I are both mortals. How can we not miss each other until our love is exhausted and cling to this life?
Love, whose mind is persistent.
------The last chapter, can I tell you it has 110,000 words? Can I tell you that I updated it all at once? ? ? Dear, the first part is finished. Prequel reading "The Crescent Moon of the Immortal Mortal Fate"
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