I gave him all my thoughts in this life, and shed two lines of tears into three words: Su Jinxing. I only hope that he will have peace all year round, that he will get married in five or six years and have eight or nine children, and that the whole family will live a perfect life. After a hundred years, dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust, and neither he nor I will remember a single share of the other.
Well, please don't be fooled by the text. This is not a tragedy, this is a joyful drama.