My ex-boyfriend died on the train, and all the fingers were pointed at my current boyfriend. I became the target of public criticism. My ex-boyfriend's mother hates me to the core, and my old friends avoid me like a snake or a scorpion. Everyone spreads that I dislike poverty and love wealth, abandoning my beloved and bringing harm to others. The memory was shattered by rumors, and the so-called conclusion that "he was very good and I was responsible for him" was certain, but no one ever asked how much trouble there was in the hidden truth.
Intention: Change is the only constant thing in life.