"This is the seventh time he buried her with his own hands, after killing her with his own hands."
"Meng Po sighed, turned around, and took the bowl of soup. The clear water reflected my face at this time. This bowl of good medicine for erasing memories, colorless and tasteless, cleanly wiped away the red dust in my heart. I drank it all in one gulp, and then without looking back, I embarked on the fate of being massacred by him for the eighth time."
The three births and falls, that is, reincarnation, cycle over and over again, cause and effect repay each other.
In the eighth life, I thought I had seen through everything, but I was moved to tears by the ending.
In the ninth life, I thought that the memory of my previous life was enough to resist my fate, but I had no way out because of this memory.
In the tenth life, I thought my heart was stagnant, but the changes at the beginning caused ripples.