I used to feel that I was a scourge, and scourges would never have a good life.
He deserves to be rejected by his parents, he deserves to have his only love taken away, he deserves to be bullied.
I never thought that the person who bullied me would become the person I love.
Because his ghost lingers, because he draws his sword to help,
Also because of his return.
Although I am a disaster, because he is getting happier day by day, his inner self-reflection is vast, and he is safe in life and death.
He never asked me if I loved him, but I liked him a thousand or ten thousand times in my heart.
Intention: Love others well.