Maybe love itself is a kind of harm. Lin Ye said, you owe me. Han Lan said, then who owes me? Han Lan has known that her mother is a 'bad woman' since she was a child. But she still loved her mother very much, the woman who always left her alone in a dark room and came home drunk in the middle of the night and fell asleep. The woman who always yelled at her and then held her in tears afterwards. Han Lan said, you can retaliate against me, but you will never be allowed to insult my mother. Lin Ye said, what about my mother? When she was dying in the hospital and wanted to see that man for the last time, where was he. He was accompanying that bitch to celebrate his daughter's birthday. . . We all love each other, but we hurt each other. When one day hate becomes a habit, what should I do?