Yang Li saw that he was a little distracted and asked softly, "Is this our previous life?"
Zheming came back to his senses and shook his head, "No." He sighed slightly, "Actually, I don't exist, and neither do you. This is just a story. In the story, love cannot be achieved, and you and I only exist for the sake of memorial."
However, Yang Li was very confused, and Zhe Ming continued, "You and I are just a play she once watched. In order to change the ending, we became you and me. We have never experienced wind and rain from the beginning."
"So, this story is about us, are there other us?"
"Yes, it will be the story of another person she met."
"I have free time today, so I don't know why I told you this story. But I am me, but I am not me. I will tell you more about it later."
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