She fought and failed repeatedly just for him to look back for a moment, and he walked away coldly and cruelly just to keep her away from right and wrong; what Hua Moling didn't know was that the moment of compassion changed the possibilities that existed in the distant future; what Hua Yucen didn't know was that the end of some encounters is death, flowers blooming on the street, dusty rain in the west, and a few lifetimes apart. Uncle, I like you... Can you hear me?
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