I once read in Neruda's "I confess that I have experienced vicissitudes of life": "I still believe in the possibility of love. I am convinced that human beings will be able to reach mutual understanding after experiencing the misfortune of pain, bloodshed and broken glass."
Xiao Jiu died in an unknown cemetery. Before his fate was over, he fell into the mortal world again and once again experienced the pain, bloodshed, and misfortune like broken glass. He didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He chose to change everything.
"Ye Chenlan, you really don't know how others will evaluate you."
"A wolf-hearted brat"
"Is that so? Then I think I will still fall hopelessly in love with you."
"Who am I in love with? It's you from beginning to end, you wolf-hearted brat."
"My life was originally stolen by you."
Intention: I once read a sentence: "I still believe in the possibility of love. I am convinced that human beings will be able to reach mutual understanding after experiencing the misfortune of pain, bloodshed and broken glass - Neruda, "I confess that I have experienced vicissitudes of life"" I believe that there is still the possibility of love in the world. I can't help myself, so I prepare to record it in vulgar writing.