If there is an afterlife, I would rather that all my memories, what I once had, and what I lost before I had time, would be mine and have nothing to do with you.
However, in another joke of fate, she survived.
One day the man said, "Don't cry."
She wondered, she smiled so harmlessly, well-behaved, kind, and innocent. Which of his eyes saw her crying, so a certain woman smiled even harder: "Boss, what did you say?"
The man took her petite body into his arms and said in a low voice, "You can be calm in front of me."
She tried to control it, but the hot blood and tears flowing from the painful spot in her heart seemed to be stopped by some kind of tenderness, making her eyes and nostrils sore for no reason.
At this time, a deep magnetic male voice came from above, mixed with some unknown domineering tone: "This time, I will hold you firmly in the palm of my hand... You can only be mine."