My day after January 3, 2008,
It's no longer January 4, 2008.
Just like the day after I was nineteen years and one hundred and seventy-seven days old,
No longer nineteen years old,
Zero one hundred and seventy-eight days.
I'm back to the first day of my life,
In other words,
The first day of another life.
That day I heard the woman gasping slightly and saying, "It's called no regrets. I've already thought about it, no matter whether it's a boy or a girl, it's called no regrets."
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I would like to wear this "Yitian" fanfic without regrets to commemorate the eternal happy love.
He also lamented the sad situation in Jin Yong's world where talents are declining, leading Buhui to find a home among the characters in the original text.
Conception:
