"If there is an afterlife... Will you fall in love with me?" He gently stroked the pale face and spoke in an almost inaudible voice, as if mumbling to himself.
"Qianchen... I have always loved you!"
The sword in his hand sank silently into his chest, and the blood was like a blooming flower. The gushing was prosperous, the smile stayed on his lips forever, and the pain ended and happiness came.
"Xuanzi... I love you..." Kissing the hypothermic lips gently, like a mark, starts a fateful reincarnation...
The outcome was doomed from the beginning, but he still had no regrets. He was still looking for life after life and never gave up...