The first time, he was always behind her to protect her. Laugh with her so she doesn't cry. On the day of his death, he drank the poisonous wine in one gulp. He was unwilling to accept it. They just loved each other. Is it a heinous crime?
The second time, it was her turn to guard him. Maybe it's to repay a love debt from a previous life. Has it been paid off? Maybe I owe more. I only wish the young master is well, I only hope the young master gets what he wishes. She is just an ant. It was worth using her life to exchange for the safety of the young master.
The third time, who owes whom? If you keep cutting, it will become messy. Then don't worry about any grudges or grudges. Perhaps all encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence.
Those tragedies that cannot be loved may have a good destiny somewhere that cannot be seen.
Intention: In thousands of possibilities, I will find you.