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Don't look, I'm not happy at work, I'm just complaining

In the first life, you were a prince and I was a bandit. You were ordered by the emperor to suppress the bandits. The first time I saw you, you led dozens of soldiers to attack me. I saw that you were good-looking, so I cut you off. During the few months we got together with you, I fell in love with you. It's not like I had never seen you use the royal flying pigeon to send messages. I thought my love would impress you, but I was wrong. That day, I saw you talking to a man, and I recognized him as the soldier who attacked the village with you that day. I knew it was time to end it. That day you told me that you would go down the mountain to buy something for me as a birthday present. As soon as you left, I dismissed the village and sat alone on the cliff where you and I often go. Later, I heard the footsteps getting clearer and clearer. I looked back at you. You were still in armor as when I first met you, but the light in your eyes was no longer as ignorant as before, and it was bottomless. I lowered my head and smiled softly. The bandits' den was destroyed. The prince should go back to work. I raised my head and stopped looking at his flickering eyes, turned around and jumped off the cliff...