Please drink the wine from the cup, and you will not wait for me in this life; your blood stains the table with your chants, and I will not stay with you in the next life. They finally completed this spontaneous phrase together. The young general looked into the eyes of the person in front of him. There was no love, no hatred, no pity, and his expression was as usual. He doesn't blame and doesn't hate. Treat it as a debt repaid, treat it as something owed to him. It's just destiny. It's just that the grievances that year were too deep and needed to be borne by these two people who were destined not to have each other. It's just fate.
Intention: Is it hard to violate destiny?