The first time the Danmei genre was written seriously, it was a story about two people who ended up killing each other and falling in love with each other in every life. The attack and reception are unknown, one is chic and suave and unrestrained, while the other is as gentle as jade and sticks to the rules.
"Buddhas, gods, reincarnations, I don't want to believe it, and I don't want to cut off the entanglement with him. The moment he is waiting for me under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, I, Di Rong, have earned it through several lifetimes of blessings. Those who don't seek lingering sorrow in this life, but hope for a stable life in the next life, are fools. It would be good to see each other again in the next life, whether it is a pass or a fight. If he can look at me, I will be alone for ten thousand years."
If we can meet again in the next life, I am willing to be alone for ten thousand years.