In his previous life, he thought he would always be the young man with a bright smile under the apricot tree, but unexpectedly, fate's turbulent hands drove him into the abyss. Those who truly loved him treated him like tattered shoes, and those who devoted themselves to him committed suicide in front of him. My brother died tragically, and my family and country were destroyed. I only lamented that the relationship was shallow, but the love was deep. Can I have no regrets in this life?