When I see him, I see you. Why should the past appear in dreams when we know it is over? You now, to me, have neither sorrow nor joy. Yu Chi, I once loved you like my life. In your eyes, I am probably nothing, I probably have nothing, and I am probably not one ten thousandth as good as him. Therefore, this prosperous age will finally be as you wish, without any trace of me.
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