Above the ninth level, who cares about reunions in previous lives?
Thousands of red threads are wound, but what is woven is the wedding dress for you and others.
The snake shed remembers you and repays his kindness, but you have forgotten him...
You hope that the flowers on the other side will bloom and she will return, but it is the separation of yin and yang.
The blood I spread all over the yellow sand for you is not as good as the evil she sings for you...
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Every frame, every scene, every frame of regret, every scene shed tears...
Is it love, regret, or rejection?
This is a drama that will eventually come to an end...
But if I could, I would trade a hundred lifetimes of pain for one lifetime of dependence.
Intention: love