When I appeared before her with a completely new face, it was indeed different.
I saw that long-lost smile.
Saw her distraction, saw her confusion.
Also touched those soft little hands that I hadn't held for a long time.
If I could, I really wanted to stay by her side with that identity.
But in this lifetime, she truly was different.
Stronger than ever, and even more captivating to me.
I didn't know what to do.
Every day was spent in trepidation.
Every day was a struggle, a tug-of-war between giving up and gaining.
Later…
At that time, I thought I was bewitched by demons, but looking back, it wasn't.
That was the voice in the depths of my heart.
If it wasn't my willingness, who could enchant me?
Things were becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
The demon's enemy also finally appeared in that lifetime.
She called me a madman, seeming very familiar with me.
At that time, I also found her familiar, but couldn't remember where we'd met.
