For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wound. I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you. You can say goodbye to all the mountains and rivers in my life. --Tsangyang Gyatso
A hundred years ago, the King of Tibet, who longed for freedom, love, and happiness in the world, wrote a heartbreaking poem. Xia An's hand slowly brushed over each word, and he opened his lips to read it lightly, smiling bitterly, and absurdly thinking that this sentence was not written for her. The person who lives in her wound is so close and yet so far away from her.
What she didn't know at the time was that soon someone would press a kiss on her wound.
What has been missed should be missed.
What is coming is the best destiny.
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