"Tell me, what do you want?"
"The heart is just one person's heart."
"How about killing him and taking it out?"
"That will only make him hate me."
"No, he will only take out his heart and look at you with a smile. He, or rather, they."
First of all, this is not a trivial article, and secondly, this is not a pure abuse article.
He is cold and aloof, purple-red, and so evil that no one can guess his thoughts;
He is pure and elegant, as white as snow, but his clear spirit has the disadvantage of having disabled feet;
He is cute, passionate, and fiery, but he falls between nobility and poverty, and struggles in the days of selling his soul and sex.
Between hatred and love, what did they choose?
What did they gain among the fire and ice?
What changed him and made him put aside his ambition and see what he wanted most? What changed him and made him trade his whole life for her rebirth? What changed him and allowed him to step out of his depravity, only to be met with burning and hatred?
Love and hate, fate and evil, all are in the hand of a hand, smiling at the full and waning moon.