Bo Shaoyu's life is simply a tragedy with a capital letter,

And the change of the summer evening wind can only be ......

When secretly kissing Bo Shaoyu's wound at night, he prayed quietly.

"God, be kind to him, ask for nothing else, let him ...... The wound heals quickly. ”

She found that every time she prayed like this, Bo Shaoyu seemed to be a little better in her dreams.

The brow stretch is much, much more comfortable.

It's the summer evening breeze...... The only thing that can be done.

He's had a hard time, if it could make him better, if only a little better.

That's enough, too.

Lifetime......

Very short.

This man's more than ten years is a blink of an eye.

And then......

It's the third, it's the fourth......

Xia Wanfeng discovered one thing in this reincarnation again and again, her former reincarnation and Bo Shaoyu's reincarnation......

It's not the same.

She's an outsider, like a virus that has broken into unfamiliar territory, and can mess with everything at will.

So she can not follow the outline at all, the so-called reincarnation, in fact, did not suffer, but the most endured thing is the boredom of repeating.

But Bo Shaoyu is different......

His reincarnation is a repetition of a tragic life over and over again.

It was a repetition of one after another, a tragic fate.

Again and again, unstoppable, scripted, abused, beaten, ......

That's it.

That's Bo Shaoyu's life.

And he's repeating it over and over again.

Days like this...... What's the difference with a robot puppet?

Bo Shaoyu is not a robot, he is a human ......

He's a living man.

He is......

Her......

Love.

How could he, live ......

So hard?

What is it to loop yourself?

Bo Shaoyu's never-ending cycle, before she appeared, how long did he continue like this?

...... the hell

How painful must it be?

Thinking about it, I actually accused him before, feeling that life is meaningless and disrespectful to life.

That's what she is......

How vicious you are, how much you are like a ...... What a joke!!

Finally in the tenth life, Xia Wanfeng sat in front of Bo Shaoyu's hospital bed, looking at his eyes that were about to close.

The summer evening wind closes its eyes.

A tear.

Clicked down.

It fell to the center of his eyebrows.

"For the rest of my life, I will be with you." The summer evening wind is sad and can't help itself.

"Don't cry."

The summer evening breeze heard a faint voice.

She opened her eyes in disbelief and saw Bo Shaoyu's faint smile.

"Don't cry."

"Can you see me?" Xia Wanfeng was shocked, he had followed this man for ten lifetimes and watched him die ten times, and this was the first time he had seen him talk.

"All the time."

Bo Shao said in vain.

"Then why didn't you talk to me before?"

"Because...... That doesn't fit the setting. Bo Shaoyu smiled faintly, "Until...... I got tears from the audience. ”

"Tears from the audience."

Xia Wanfeng pointed at herself: "Is it my tears?" ”

"Yes."

Bo Shao said in vain: "From now on, I can change a lot of things." ”

His eyes seemed to be a little shining, and there seemed to be something quietly lit up in his black and white eyes.

"You can change many, many things."

"What's the matter?" Summer Evening's eyes widened in confusion.

Others have not recovered from their ghost states.

Her mind was getting more and more confused, and she was still asking him stupidly at the moment.