Love, love.
Even if you use the identity of the person next to you to see everything clearly, nothing can be changed.
When a woman gives her body to a man, she also loses her heart.
The more you love, the more you hate.
When they hurt each other and can't breathe.
Who is more indifferent, who is more heartless, who will not shed tears.
So, whoever wins.
Obviously, An Yichu, you win.