Crossing hundreds of rivers, one can achieve benevolence alone; walking a thousand times, there is no way to achieve perfection.
There are some things that I don't know where to start.
I don't know when it will end.
I wish that this story would not be known to the public, and that what was said and done would be regarded as lies by the world.
But in the final analysis, fate is something that can never be guessed. Even if our meeting was arranged by others at the beginning, it did not stop us from becoming lifelong friends. Just like him and her, going round and round, they still love each other.
From the beginning to the end, it was all due to deep love. Starting from the beginning again, it is still the same deep love.
Maybe you will really see it and read this book carefully.
Many of these things I didn't know about at first, but I only learned about them later when others reported them. I apologize for any inaccuracies.
I would like to write this book in memory of my old friend.