The heavy rain was pouring, and Li Yingzhi stood on the edge of the cliff, trembling her lips and asked: "Have you ever loved me?"
I already knew the answer, but I still asked reluctantly.
Even a glimmer of hope.
"Never." The young man's cold voice did not make any waves.
Many years later, the young man desperately came to take her home, but he could no longer call his beloved Zhizhi, and the entanglements, love and hatred of that life were gone.
The heart that beat feverishly for him died forever in the bitterly cold winter at the end of the year.
But when I see him again, my cold heart will still beat wildly uncontrollably.
The shackles were released bit by bit, and he and she were destined to be entangled.
Regardless of life or death.
Intention: I had a dream about my past life and wrote it down.