Love (Jiao Drama: Fa Qing Fanfic)

Is it love or hate? It can never be severed. Fate begins and ends, and in the end, all returns to dust. When she became a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hands, did that mean all longing, obsession, and anger had come to an end, or was it the start of a new ordeal? The feelings he had resolved to cut off had never truly been severed. Instead, they grew more tightly entwined with every pass of his fingers over each bead... An old story from a few years ago, reposted here. Theme: