Farewell, old friend, what does it matter whether I want to say goodbye or not?
Maybe I have always been the one who is most untrustworthy,
I promised to always be behind you, but I couldn't stand the turmoil of grudges and grudges, so I left alone first;
I promised to just be a stranger from now on, but I couldn't stand your cautious eyes and said "hello";
I promised that I would never miss you again in this life, but I couldn't bear the concern that I have long been used to. I asked you how you are lately;
I promised that I would quit you one day, but I couldn't bear the pain in my heart when I deleted the chat history.
I want to be as brave as the girl in the story, who said she would let it go and let it go.
I have changed, because I understand that no one will know the tears when a person cries secretly, and no one will feel sad.
How many times have I thought, are you taking revenge on me? Revenge for loving you as someone else, revenge for my cowardice and avoidance.
The people in this story are not students but immortal cultivators, not best friends but lovers. What they are repeating is our story.
Let me know that you are still here, let me know that you are not so heartless now. Every update will be after your reply. This article is the last promise I make to you. At the end of it, you will understand that everything depends on whether you are willing to let me update it.
Since I can never make a decision, I solemnly hand over this right to you. Destined or not, farewell or goodbye, it all depends on your thoughts. Are you satisfied with this?