The end of the clouds and mist is the waiting of the wind, the inheritance of the rain, his protection, and her destination. No matter in the past life, this life or the next life, she is his.
I thought it would no longer exist, but the memory that was supposed to disappear after crossing the bridge slowly revived, a stone of three lives, a fate for three lives. When the king returns, the crowd wants to do it, but they are willing to surrender to her.
She is willing to exile herself thousands of miles away with her unfinished love.
He is willing to kneel in front of her and say he loves you.
Seeing her in so much pain, he wanted to let go many times, but he was really afraid, really afraid of that day coming. Some loves are destined to be hurt from the beginning.
Time will not stay in the past, the love that goes deep into the bone marrow will stay forever, just waiting for the key to open.