We have all been thieves.
His mother stole a piece of blood in order to change the future, but all she got was the destruction of her family.
I stole Lin An's sixteen years, and wanted to steal the rest of my life, but I only got one farewell kiss.
On the eve of the wedding, the truth is like a poisonous ice edge, piercing all our dreams.
He is my brother, and the seal of blood is upon the certificate of sin.
His birth stemmed from a drugging conspiracy; my happiness was buried in the death of both my parents.
He once said that I was the second stolen rebirth in his cold life.
Later I realized that my stolen light illuminated the path of atonement that he had already written.
"Lin An, I hate you so much."
Hate that you are my blood relative, Hate that I will love you until death.
I hate this fate even more - at the peak of our love, we realize that each other is a wound that cannot be healed in the other's life.
Now, he has disappeared.
With all the crime and punishment, it disappeared completely.
And I finally understood that some people in this world are destined to be separated.
If you can't find peace, you have to die in exchange for peace.
It turns out that we are really the two bitter hawthorns
Bitter Hawthorn - Born from the same root, naturally sour.
Purpose: To explore the ultimate love and tragedy of fate under the shackles of blood