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If it weren't for that side face in the setting sun, and if it weren't for the blooming fireworks that I encountered in those ignorant years, maybe everything wouldn't be so complicated. However, fate is destined in the dark, and there is a kind of love called reincarnation. It is not a separation of life and death, but a heart-rending one.

The flowers of that season bloomed brilliantly, swaying quietly in the breeze, scattering sadness all over the ground. At that time, they didn't know what love was, but she fell deeply into his heart, and he fell deeply into her heart. As the days and months passed, her doubts about love turned into disbelief. As a result, a decade fell in her heart, about life and death, and about herself.