I asked myself, what can I give you? When I was about to die, I felt a dull pain. It turned out that in fact, the way to ask this question was much more piercing than I thought. I should ask, what on earth have I given you in my entire life.
I can't give you glory, wealth, or a family of descendants. Even the so-called unforgettable love is incomplete. At the end of the story, I leave you with loneliness, pain, and a jujube tree. A date tree that cannot speak or block the rain. At that time, you had no intention of accepting another relationship and were unable to forget the previous pain, but I selfishly wanted you to live. Under that kind of suffering, it would be difficult for you not to hate me.
Xiaozao, am I... Very useless...
Concept: Childhood sweetheart clear water bunt, masculine general attack x sick and weak beauty suffer