Two pairs of similar faces, four different hearts.
Flying swords and golden needles, poisonous wine, brothers and sisters holding their best weapons in their hands, self-righteously walking their own paths, meeting, intersecting, entangled, and finally destroyed. The red thread that can't be pulled, the ending that can't be guessed, and the endless chain.
If you are not crazy, you will not be able to survive. You will be stupid, stupid, and crazy.
You embrace my sword and I exchange eyes with you.
This is an exaggerated story, give it a try.