"Let's break up."
"Your parents won't let you come to Nancheng, and it's impossible for my parents to let me go to Yucheng..."
"You will die badly!"
"I think so..."
What I thought was a deep thought when I was young turned into a midnight dream for many years to come. A moment of irresponsible words almost came true. It's true that disaster comes from the mouth. It's true that too many words lead to mistakes. In a word, I don't want to die but I am always seeking death.
The unexpected reunion, the pleasantries that gathered all my strength, this and this, is it fate that wants me to do it again?
Lying in despair and crying, I have no other demands, I just hope that I can die a better death this time.