If I say I didn't kill someone, would anyone believe me? Eight years later, when I climbed out of the high wall, I had already changed my mind. The tuberose in summer exudes a strange and strong fragrance, as sinful as it is suffocating yet high-sounding.
If he had not died, would our destiny have changed? Would we also be like ordinary people running for three meals a day?
At least there won't be the embarrassment of seeing you again in the future, nor the pain of being betrayed...
If I had never come to this world, would everyone be happy?