[End of this article] (Not a tragedy, if you like it, please bookmark) She grew up in the killer party, knowing that killers can't have feelings, but she still can't help but fall into this feeling that shouldn't be there. The price of this is In a tragic journey through time, he was still him, his facial features and expressions were the same as in modern times, she dared not love anymore, and took his kindness for granted as a conspiracy. He once said affectionately to her, I don’t Will let go of your hand. But she is still indifferent. In the end he still said, I am tired, I want to let go of your hand... and gradually fell down in front of her eyes... the moment he fell, he Let her understand that her hatred for him in modern times has long been removed with the passage of time, and what remains is still the affection... [This story is purely fictitious]