When they first met, she just hoped that he could be her subordinate and help her accomplish what she wanted to do. As time goes by, the person who wants to play chess becomes a chess piece because of love; the person who is treated as a chess piece becomes the chess player because of hate.
After a long time, he finally stepped into the desert where she was, but he found that he was no longer qualified to see her again.
"Don't hate whatever you have in your heart."
The past words are like a butterfly stuck in my heart that suddenly flutters its wings, and the yellow sand is long, never to be seen again.
Intention: Use hatred as a blade, eventually hurting yourself