It turns out that fate really does play cruel tricks on us.
If we had never met, we wouldn't have loved so deeply, and none of this would have happened. But we had no choice.
In our past lives, we were forced apart by baseless accusations, because I died. In this life, we've committed terrible sins, but this time it isn't me who dies. Why!
Damn it, are we the ones in the wrong, or is it this world!
Why must we bear all of this?
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