He was once the emperor who ruled the night in New York. He was paranoid, critical, and possessive.
It wasn't until she burst into tears that he realized that plundering was not love.
He cut his long hair short, suppressed his madness, and learned to use the most clumsy way to walk towards her again step by step.
"Lin Lan, it is my instinct to love you," he knelt in a pool of blood, licking her wounds, his eyes as pious as a believer, "but learning to love you is the most willing surrender I have ever made in my life."
(It's very abstract. Just picture it for fun...)
Intention: Love can redeem paranoid souls, and can also guide the direction of the heart for those who are trapped in chains.
