He used love as bait, took great pains to get closer, and seemed to be charming even if he was far away.
She treated love as a battlefield and pushed forward with all her strength, eating away at his heart bit by bit.
Is it a conspiratorial hoax? Or a tango of despair?
When all the grievances and hatreds are laid out naked in the sun, the feelings become increasingly pale and the hatred is overwhelmed.
He struggled hard and tried his best; she turned around decisively, leaving no room for herself.
In the raging flames of revenge, was she the one who was burned? Or him?
One day, my hands were itchy and I was about to start to torture. ^^
Sweat~~~~My name has been changed back again, I plan to fill this in first.
These two get along so harmoniously