In the first life, I gave up my father and brother to protect you and ascended to the throne of God, but in the end you couldn't trust me and had me cut in half.
In the second life, you have forgotten your past, but I have engraved it in my heart, hating you to the bone. You have been cautious at every step, but I have remained calm. You blamed me for being ruthless and giving up my phoenix robe, but I died for you in the end without saying I loved you.
In the third life, the past will disappear. I personally think you are worthy of my trust. But you destroyed my family and country and captured me in your arms. In the years to come, you were cautious, fearing that I would be angry with you, but in the end it was no match for the fact that I pointed my sword at your chest, and blood spattered the palace. You fell into my arms and asked me if I had any pity for you, and I just said never.
In the underworld, I don't know if you are cold-hearted, and I don't know if I am relieved.
In the following lifetimes, even if we cannot get rid of our fate, where will we go?
Intention: Reincarnation of love, chasing his wife in the crematorium