My beta, you have to live well
The little beta has just been born this year, so it's time to get married again. This is fine, as it saves me from worrying about this and that, but I can't let go of him.
My beta, this is the third year since my death, do you still remember me? Your former beta partner.
He should have a son or a daughter, or he still remembers me and doesn't want to get married.
But I always don't want him to be alone.
He came to see me.
Just as I thought, he was not married, and he still wore the ring I bought him before, which was still rusty.
He has aged quite a bit.
My beta, what's wrong with you? You have only just stood up, why are you so old?
I miss you so much, little beta.
Intention: Bb
