"Xiaoya, you said it would be great if I could see you again in the next life." Even at the last moment of her life, she was still thinking about herself. It was obviously her fault that led to this result, but what about her? What he gives back to himself is still the warm smile that has not lost a trace of warmth in a hundred years.
Qingya didn't care about it in the past, but Qingya now feels heavy when she remembers it.
Why? Only after losing it can you understand that your stubborn thoughts were so ridiculous. It's so ridiculous that worrying about the outside world's judgment hurts her who only sees herself.
Tears, the thing Qing Ya disdained most before, now burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.
This time, let me love you instead, okay?
Intention: Flowers fade away without leaving a trace, cherish the people in front of you