Don't Look Forward to Seeing Each Other Again

Dreaming back in the middle of the night, with tears staining his blue shirt, Han Zichen tightly clutched his chest that was so painful that he couldn't breathe. In his mind, she was still smiling with her lips condensed on the edge of the cliff... But, how much do you hate it? Only then could she say those desolate and decisive words of farewell: Han Zichen, we will never see each other again unless we go to hell.