Three generations of entanglements, constant cutting and chaos.
The long wind blows, and I hate the sky.
My beloved has not returned, and my heart is full of hatred.
"Miaomiao, we are destined to be entangled in this life and the next life, so please stop hiding from me, okay?"
"Nan Xuan, I hate you in this life, can I still love you in the next life?"