It's an ancient Machiavellian BE cookie (maybe with a little bit of knives)
Growing up with a bamboo horse, one day I discovered that I was a rebel who was going to be rounded up.
I love him so much. I must avenge my family's destruction. I love him so much. I hate him so much. I love him so much. I hate him so much.
Intention: Is it more love or hate? I already know it in my heart, but I just don't face it.