Twenty years ago, for her sake, he acted on impulse and didn't even care if he lived or died. He left his family behind and wandered alone, separated from her by a vast distance. He had suffered, shed tears, and made vows, thinking that with time, life would finally settle down.
Who could have known that when they met again, all those feelings would come rushing back? Could his life still change? He was still just as he had been back then, but would she once more be plunged into despair? Could all that remained now be a bone-deep hatred? Or...
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