This can only be said to be the framework of a father-son essay, originating from the previous sleepless night.
I always feel that what I do is natural, but their feelings are inexplicable.
One died for the other.
That one reincarnated and met.
Then, out of nowhere, there were feelings.
Then, the two sides are at odds with each other, inexplicably...
It turns out that you and I are both the masters of time
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