She and her are accomplices cuddling together in the mud, old shadows passing by in time, and lovers embracing each other in fireworks. The blind luthier's strings are entangled with blood and the sick puppet master's silk throat is locked. They use scars as a contract to tear each other apart in love and hate; the old shadows of the Republic of China crash into the present world, and every time they meet, they rush to disappear, and the deep love is eventually crushed by time; the request for help on a rainy night is treated as a joke, and a promise becomes an eternity, leaving only regrets that corrode the bones for the rest of their lives.
Their stories have always been about burning love and heart-wrenching hatred. Their love is so deep that it will never be recovered, and their hatred is separated by life and death at the end. Only obsession and regret continue to grow over the years.
It feels quite interesting😃