I chose the ugliest woman in the world to be my lover.
I thought it was just a skin and I could get through it.
I taught her to grow up, teach her to be independent, and taught her not to love me - but she just couldn't learn to let go.
So I killed her. Like slaughtering a pig.
He ascended and became a demon again. I sat where she was buried for many years, watching the sun rise and set.
Until one day, she came back. She changed into a beautiful skin and said that she was a goddess who had returned from all kinds of calamities.
She asked me why I didn't look at her.
I said - you are not her.
Concept: Good-looking skins are all the same, but there is only one heart that loves you