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During his seven years filled with hatred, to acquire greater strength, he trained desperately every day, until his entire body became worn and tattered, and he came close to death countless times. Every time, she would always treat his wounds tenderly, bring him delicious food, mend his deteriorating clothes, and make his bed. The next day, she would silently watch him leave.
During that time, she was his only warmth and the only harbor where he could sleep soundly.
But during that time, his heart was filled solely with hatred. Apart from struggling under layers of scars, he never offered her any companionship, never bought her a single hair accessory, nor made any promises to her. He never even showed her a smile.
Until that day, when she lay in his arms and forever departed from him. At that moment, the expression in her eyes and voice became a lifelong pain he could never forget.
