She had a boyfriend, but she still kept looking for a bed partner. Every time she woke up from a strange man's bed, she would look at the man's face, a demon that could grow sharp fangs and attack her with its bloody mouth at almost any moment.
She panicked and wanted to run away. So, disheveled and wearing makeup that had been licked by a man due to passion, she walked away from the place where the devil had just arrived.
She hated the cloudiness in her eyes and the clarity in her boyfriend's eyes. Two clear and bright eyes were burning her dark soul all the time.
Maybe everyone would say that she was dishonest, but who could understand the sadness and loneliness in her heart, and who could understand her loneliness.
Finally she fell in love with someone, someone who could never belong to her. She went through many vicissitudes of life for him, but finally buried herself.