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他亲手葬下玫瑰，却用余生为刺
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He personally broke the rose that bloomed warmly for him, and buried her love and sincerity into the cold winter soil. At that time, he was the proud son of heaven, and he only felt that her gentleness was a constraint and her preference was a burden. When the rose withered, the love turned to ashes, and she turned away with thorns all over her body, he was shocked to realize that he had personally pushed away the only person in the world who loved him. In the countless days and nights that followed, he was surrounded by thousands of miles of prosperity, but all that was left was the thorns in his memories that pricked his heart repeatedly. He spent the rest of his life with loneliness and regret to atone for his indifference. It turned out that after losing her, he never had spring again.
He personally broke the rose that bloomed warmly for him, and buried her love and sincerity into the cold winter soil. At that time, he was the proud son of heaven, and he only felt that her gentleness was a constraint and her preference was a burden. When the rose withered, the love turned to ashes, and she turned away with thorns all over her body, he was shocked to realize that he had personally pushed away the only person in the world who loved him. In the countless days and nights that followed, he was surrounded by thousands of miles of prosperity, but all that was left was the thorns in his memories that pricked his heart repeatedly. He spent the rest of his life with loneliness and regret to atone for his indifference. It turned out that after losing her, he never had spring again.