The mixed blood in the bowl is like the blood and tears that the two of them cannot shed.
The mother's evil joke is playing with the fate of the two of them.
She didn't know how much someone would be hurt before they collapsed.
It doesn't matter whether he let go of her hand or she let go.
Ten years of life and death
The world is far more complex than they imagined
The treasure that was finally recovered
Is it destined to be lost?
Why on earth doesn't my mother love me?
The beads are threaded
It seems closer to the truth
Can we get happiness?