Fifty thousand years ago, he deprived her of her memory, thinking he could let her live a good life. At that time, his love was restrictive, so cold and so domineering. Things in the world are unpredictable, but she relied on her memory to let him watch her and others perish together. He looked back in shock, with a smile as bright as a flower. The last words made him feel heartbroken.
Fifty thousand years later, he tolerates all her willfulness and only hopes that she will be safe and happy throughout her life. At this time, his love is letting go, so helpless and so forbearing.
That day, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly: "Ning'er, don't, don't ask me who I am again?"
The world is vast, two thousand years is so short, three hundred years is so long, three thousand words, those beautiful sentences with beautiful flowers, it turns out that they are far inferior to your sentence——
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Dear little prince, I found that I am really incompetent at copywriting T-T