"What do you live for?" A pleasant male voice sounded in my ears.
"Myself." Without hesitation, these three tender yet powerful words were spat out by her coldly.
"Alas..."
In her previous life, she was still a child when she died. The betrayal of her relatives and the grievances of her family forced her to lock her already frozen heart further into darkness.
The time travel after death gradually healed her heart, but...
The love, hatred and hatred in the world are not so easy to understand.
Emotional entanglements last for three lives, and are inextricably linked and never cut off.
It's hard to see people, but it's even harder to see people's hearts.
True and false, false and true. Is it just a joke, or is it true love?