Are you willing, willing to remember the past?
If the former self returns, then does the current self still exist? He just sat there, for a very, very long time.
In the end, he wiped his face, his expression wooden, and dragged his heavy steps to find the woman his heart was set on.
Love is like a curse. Once you fall under this curse, your joys and sorrows are no longer your own. The other person becomes your master, ruling over your everything, including life and death.
If this is what she wants, he... will give it to her.
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Dong Huiying was busy fiddling with the piles of shriveled herbs she had brought back from outside today. The processing method for these herbs wasn't very good; more than half of their medicinal properties had been lost, less effective than when freshly picked. But she refined them, discarding the dross and preserving the essence, so the impact wasn't too significant.
