If there is an afterlife, will it be my turn to dig out your heart?
This is what Ying Rong heard in his dream.
In the dream, he was killed.
The nails scratched a long bloody streak on the murderer's face, which was his curse.
How much hatred, resentment, anger and infatuation one can have, this heart that has been silent for thousands of years is still brooding.
How helpless can it be to wake up from the dream.
If there is an afterlife...
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If there was a previous life, I think I was deeply in love with you, right?
Bai Yanxi looked down at the man handcuffed to the bed, wondering why she wouldn't suffer from insomnia only if she was with him.
Emptiness seems to have been burned into the blood since birth.
What kind of connection does he have with him?
Why do those eyes look like they have known each other for thousands of years?
Will the encounter with him rewrite fate, or will he be doomed again?
If there is a past life...