The first time they met, he was like a weak little white rabbit and she took dozens of "nude photos" of him.
When they met for the second time, he was completely naked under her body, and his eyes were full of terror as if he was crying.
The third time they met, he kissed a beautiful man passionately in a nightclub and was painted with gay symbols by her.
He was originally a big bad wolf hunting, but he disguised himself as a little white rabbit and approached her again and again, setting traps for her. He called this love.
She was originally an elf who lived freely, but she was burdened with an evil curse and ordered to commit evil stars, forcing everyone around her to leave her one by one.
He told her, I love you. She sneered, love? Your love was already taken away by her when she died. Does a person without a heart have the right to say love?
He said, I would rather destroy what I can't get. But facing her, he still couldn't bear to hurt her. He called this emotion distressed.
She said, I hate you. He smiled angrily, "Okay, hate me, hate me so much, so you can still remember me. At least, you still remember me."
She said to him, let's get a divorce. This way you won't die. I don't want to have that helpless feeling again, watching the people closest to me die but being unable to do anything.
Two people, given tens of thousands of life choices, only chose the most extreme one. With similar personalities, can they escape the curse of fate and love each other forever?