"Have you ever thought about what if I wasn't him?"
"I never thought about it."
"Yes, you haven't thought about it. You arrogantly identified me as him and stubbornly gave me such tenderness. Why am I so stupid? You only love him. Even if I am him, I am not the one you love now, am I? What you love has never been me."
"Even if you are not him, as long as you face this face, I will protect you with my life."
Wishfully attracted by his deep love, wishful thinking that she is his long-lost lover, wishful thinking to accept care and indulge in arbitrarily. Except for this face, Yan Liran's person and soul could not catch the eye of that person at all.
This is the first time I hate my face so much, the first time I feel so sorry for myself, the first time I am so desperate for my future. I can't hold it back, my heart is falling heavily, and after shattering the happiness I thought I had, your tenderness and infatuation are so hurtful...
If fate has already been decided, the entanglement of love and hate is as absurd as comedy.
If fate has already been decided, the entanglement of love and hatred would be as ridiculous as a farce.
If fate has already been decided, what is missed is doomed to be irreversible, and what is entangled is doomed to be involved for the rest of the life.
If, fate is doomed.