The master is a mixed race, the disciple is a peanut, and the one who intervenes is a god.
Master's affectionate confession is presented: [The domineering version is in the article]
Have you ever been waiting for someone?
Holding the memory in mind, numbly traveling through the ruthless years.
Have you ever missed someone?
Across time and space, we recall our past and present lives.
Have you ever resented someone?
Love and hate are mixed, and I can never let go.
Three lives after three lives, three lives after three lives.
If you keep cutting, it will become messy and tangled.
I wait for you and you chase him.
I chase you, but you can't see love.
[Serious face] Believe me, it's just that my 'son''s name is relatively cheap, but it's actually a romantic and serious story.