[Two male protagonists + cautious entry + sadomasochism + crazy control + forced love + chasing wife in the crematorium]
The peach blossom that has been undefeated for four hundred years, and the sword that has been waiting for four hundred years.
I waited for you and found you just to make you feel ashamed and miserable, but I never thought that you would forget everything. Four hundred years are like a joke, you are sunny and bright, but I want you to be dark and damp;
Forgetting you and escaping from you are all for relief and rebirth, but I never imagined that you still remember everything. Four hundred years have nourished your madness, and your obsession persists. How can I talk about happiness.
They have been entangled for life, unable to get rid of, unable to run away, unable to hide... It is an eternal mark between them.
