That day, she still remembered it was a misty spring rain. He used a deadwood hairpin to pull up her wet long hair, smiled and said, "Good boy, you go first, I will come back to find you soon."
On that day, he still remembered the desolation of the world and the withered autumn leaves. There was still a warm light in her eyes, and she looked at him and said quietly, you saved me three times in total, and I accept your great love. I should have paid you back long ago.
In this entanglement of love and hate, when the fog cleared and the illusion collapsed, revealing her cruel and ruthless heart, she had no regrets or fear.