"If there is someone who is obviously in love with you, but you have to give up because of a blood feud, will you regret it?" Xiao Nai sat on a high pile of loess, turning her head and whispering in a hoarse voice. The dim sunlight hit her face. A beauty is a beauty, and her back is pleasing to the eye.
"It depends on how much I love him. If he is the one who is at the top of my heart, then I will feel pain, but it is only pain, which means that I still love him. If not, then there will be no regrets, because it only means that Yue Lao's red thread did not connect us, but that we were destined to be together." Hua Li held a bottle of unfinished wine in his slender hand and poured it into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the red and fiery sunset.
"Then do you have it?"
"Yes, but he loves the Buddha and all living beings, not me. So I have no right to suffer." After speaking, he poured another sip of wine into his mouth.