Three thousand years ago, he was the master, he was the disciple, and at that time, he was still her; he passed through three thousand years of time and came to his side, but in the end he could not survive the fateful reincarnation. However, could he bear the heart-wrenching pain of losing her again? No, it cannot be done. No matter whether he was in poverty or in hell, he had searched her over and over again. Now that he had found her, no matter what he became, he would let her come back to him, because, after all, he was always here, wasn't he?
"Why do you always follow me?" The young man shouted at him displeased.
"I can't lose you anymore," the deep voice couldn't suppress the heavy sadness, "I think you can see me when you look back. After all, I have always been here."