"Ali, when you talk so seriously about such a joke, it makes me especially want to..."
"In my past life, I died at thirty-three."
"..."
In the pitch-black tent, with the coolness from the mountaintop, Wen Nian was close to her, separated by two sets of military uniforms, one from the M country's rebel army and one from the M country's government army.
The dark green and the blue-black clashed, both swallowed by the night.
Their gazes met, the brightness in their pupils clear and penetrating; both were like this.
She was trying to peel away her own veil, exposing herself before him, while he was trying to understand her words, no matter how shocking and outrageous they were...
"You said... past life?"
This wasn't the first time Song Lili mentioned "past life."
He could never forget that resolute statement of erasing all love and hatred of past and present life, owing nothing to each other.
