Many years ago, I once loved a boy who also loved me. We cried, laughed, and then. . .
Many years later, when I could no longer recall those many years ago, he came back, full of hatred, and walked up to me again. He said: Lu Nian, let's get married! You owe me this!
But, Lingyun! Why now, after the "once" that has been inserted in front of that love and can never go back?
We can't go back, we can never go back, even in the name of "hate", there is no way we can do it.
Only after I dyed our "love and kill" wedding red with the sharp tip of my knife, and through your panicked tears, did I dare to truly look directly at our dilapidated love feast.
It turns out that you were already an afterthought that I didn't know existed.