After that day, he often speculated about her last appearance, last thoughts, and last words she wanted to say to him... He thought about it for thousands of nights, and every time, he was afraid that everything was pure fiction, but in the end there was no way to verify...
A long time later, he changed his identity and had her by his side, so he no longer cared about the answer.
Later, there was another person next to him, and he forgot that the moon waxed and waned.
Who has ever promised not to let go in this life and the next?
Who thought that the flowers would bloom tomorrow but fall?
It's a world of mortals. Only when the dust settles will you know whether the fate is on the line.