Shimizu: Sister, we once breathed from the same womb. In our mother's belly, we competed for food; after birth, we competed for our parents' favor; now, we compete for the chance of survival!
Qinghuo: Sister, you never knew that the person I love most is you. I treat you as much as I treat myself. I don't want you to hate me. But, just like our name, we are incompatible with fire and water!
The intertwining of love and hate, the chaos of blood and tears, clear water, are you still you?