Xiao Qian is gone, completely gone, as he said, his soul is gone. I don't regret not being able to comply with his last request. In fact, I don't need to respond to this despicable little actor-like monster. When I chased him into the world a thousand years ago, he should have understood. When I met him again and did not insist on driving him away, he should have understood. When I repeatedly get irritable and cry in front of him, he should understand, but he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand again and again, and tortures me with self-mutilation several times. Even after a thousand years, I never regretted it. Don't I feel heartbroken, don't I feel hopeless? If my love is not heartbreaking or hysterical, then it is not love.