When the last heart was about to die out, the little consul's old men could not help but let go of their fiery resentment, and every time they closed their eyes, the beloved's face would be lit up. When you think of a man smiling, Chornka clenched his chin and couldn't help but say that even though he was dying, the enemy who had taken away his beloved woman still didn't come after her.
Resentment. . .
Terrible revenge. . .
For decades, this resentment has left a blister in my heart, and even if I die, I can't die peacefully. If I don't pay off my resentment and bring back Busaba, my soul won't be born.
Adonis. . . You and I can't be together in any way, even if you take Busaba away from me in this life, but in the next life, may your wheelbarrow bring her back to me.
Oh. . . Any ange
