Twenty thousand years ago, he said, I will love her until death.
When he fell into the mortal world, he said, does it matter whether you love or not love?
In the Nine Nether Hell, he said, my feelings are like Coptis chinensis in my heart. It is too painful. How can I bear it if I give it to her?
It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that the lotus in the human world does not have dozens of petals, the lotus in the sky does not have hundreds of petals, and the lotus in the Brahma Realm of the West has more than a thousand petals.
She was a dull person, unconvinced, and secretly said in her heart, I only want that rotten dead lotus tree.
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