"We dream together at night, we wear the same makeup at dawn, and the flowers in the mirror are as beautiful as each other. The boudoir sings to each other step by step, just like a husband and wife." ——"The Companion of Lianxiang"
I was the one mistake that was destined to happen to her in this life, a fate created by thousands of encounters in the previous life.
It doesn't matter whether we have been together in the wrong life or whether we will never see each other again. If there is an afterlife, don't do this again.
(This is a very short story. It is my first time to write about Lily, and there are many things that are not satisfactory. I hope you will understand it.)
Intention: