There Is No Buddha in the World Who Can Live by Talking and Laughing

He said to me in an unusually distant tone: "Thank you to the Buddhaless God. I will return the sacred seal when I have used it up. As for the love and love I have had these days, please do not take it seriously. He, Japan, should repay the favor of God twice as much..." At that time, I was at an arrogant age. Although I was crying, I still loved to show off my words. I raised my head and said to him, "I won't take it seriously." "That's very good." He smiled lightly, his crimson lips pursed slightly and raised slightly. The green shirt and ink hair blown by the wind blended together beautifully, like Jiangnan after the rain, but I felt it was extremely dazzling, and I wished I could use a thick ink to ruin his ease of talking and laughing. At that time, I thought I hated him to the core. Deep love, deep hatred... Although it feels good to not be able to remember, I still don't want to forget that there was once such a beautiful man in Tsing Yi who said to me seriously: "Afo, I really, really like you." Yes, I just liked it... I just liked it...