Old Things Are Like Dreams

Meeting the right person at the wrong time, meeting the wrong person at the right time, chaos and chaos, three thousand worlds, hundreds of years of human life, and after the wrong body, she can no longer see the person who promised her this life. Facing the man who once loved her deeply, but was extremely hurt by his indifference, how should she recover the lost love? If life is just like the first time we saw it, we can only blame ourselves for not being able to see through it, not understanding it, not understanding it, not being able to let go of it, not being able to let go of the hatred, and not being able to regret it, but what's the use? That person finally left him. I still remember who loved me when I was alone, who embraced me when I was full of resentment, who protected me who had other people's flesh and blood in the midst of the rebel army, and who said, "I'm waiting for you" when my hands were full of blood and despair. Redemption pulled him up the cliff time and time again, but pushed him into the abyss time and time again. Everyone in the world scolded him for being inconsistent and not as good as a pig or a dog. Only he understood, saying that she was the most affectionate, devoted and devoted woman in the world. If there was no hatred to destroy her family, she would still be the gorgeous starlight on the grassland, instead of a variegated poisonous snake that could bite people at any time.