The grievances and grievances of the previous life still have to be repaid by you and me in this life. I once asked you: "Have you ever loved me?" You said: "I have never stopped loving you." Because of this sentence, I have been addicted to the honey of love for hundreds of years, and foolishly stayed with you for the rest of my life.
When he, she, it fell at my feet, I still asked you: "Have you ever loved me?" You said: "You are still so naive. What importance does private feelings have in the face of the disputes between the two worlds?"
The words "What's important" shattered all the fantasies in his heart. He once fantasized that as long as he still loved her and didn't give up, there would be a future for him and him, and they could still know each other, know each other, and love each other like they did when they were young.
If he doesn't love the person he loves anymore, why should he love him again? After thousands of years of loving and killing each other, no one is more free and unrestrained than the other, no one is more free and easy than the other, only one is more miserable than the other, and no one is more cruel than the other.
In the end, I realized that everything was a misunderstanding, just a so-called love affair between the two. No matter how many times he asked him: "Have you ever loved me?" He just smiled faintly and leaned in his arms to spend the leisurely afternoon.