She was born as a blood bank and spent half her life in hell. Her only light came from the gentleness in the mud.
She has been squeezed for half her life, family love is a sharp knife, and her only salvation is her crazy lover.
The only well-intentioned friend was buried with love, and the only ordinary happiness was completely shattered.
Capital eats people, family affection sells people, fate tortures people, but love is pure and broken.
They overturned all the darkness, but they couldn't heal each other's scars.
This is our Lara relationship: always in love, always regretful.
