The first meal he cooked for me was just sweet potato porridge. He said, just wait, I will make your favorite dish in the future.
The first time he combed my hair, he pulled a lot of it off. He said, this is my first time combing my hair, and I will give you the most beautiful bun in the future.
He held my hand, but his palm was wet. He said, I will hold your hand tightly from now on and never let go.
He said, later.
From then on, we became strangers. He never cooked for me, combed my hair, or held other people's hands.
He said, I only killed you for Qingzi.
Sad, sad, painful, tears can no longer be shed. His once majestic father and gentle mother were both murdered, and it turned out that the person he loved deeply did not love him back.
God, I will definitely get back everything you owe me. If you encounter gods and kill Buddhas, you will never let them go.