That day, her father pulled her and pushed her to him. She thought that he was probably the most handsome man in the world. At that time, he held the tea cup in his hands as white as porcelain and moved gracefully, looking at her with a faint smile in his eyes.
That day, it was raining heavily, and she felt wronged, squatting on the ground and crying. At that time, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella. The thin rain and mist lightly obscured his tall figure. He looked at her squatting on the ground and said softly, "Get up."
That day, she jumped from the highest point in the God Realm. She had never seen him in such a panic. At that time, he spent his life to save the common people, and she said I will accompany you.
He once said, from the moment I hold your hand, don't think about repaying the kindness I've done to you, like this. . . . . . You can probably stay by my side for one more moment, and you can keep me in your heart for one more moment, even just for a moment.
She replied, "Okay, I can't repay you in this life, I can only pledge myself to you."
I don't know how I can treat you better, at least committing myself to you is not enough. I can only pray that I will be with you in the next life, for all eternity.
I will tell you with my gentle treatment, what is the end of the world.