The river of time is an unbridgeable stream, silently eroding all the loves, hates, angers, and infatuations until they dissipate without a trace. Ten years ago, she and he experienced the most unforgettable love and the most deeply rooted hatred. She loved him with all her strength, and he was equally devoted to her. She thought their love was unbreakable. However, when destiny mercilessly raised its scythe, when the poppy flower bloomed with an evil smile, he simply turned around and walked away. In that moment, she realized that everything was nothing but a meticulously planned conspiracy. She fell from heaven into hell. Love or hatred, she said, if she truly forgot, she would never want
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