That year, I was ten years old.
That year, he was seven years old.
That year, it was just because I said: Will you live with me?
So our fates were intertwined like a thread that could not be pulled apart, and there were countless knots.
And when I gritted my teeth and wanted to cut off all the entanglements between us, you just smiled extremely evilly and said coldly:
My love lasts until death. You want to leave unless I die.