That day in the bar, she said, "Let's go get a room! How about it?"
He didn't refuse. In the ambiguous atmosphere, dim lights, and intertwined bodies, he suddenly rushed in and frowned in pain.
"First time?"
She sneered, "There are so many virgins these days."
As a result, he no longer cared about her, but robbed her crazily, possessed her, and ate her up.
After one night, she knew their relationship had soured.
She ran away, but he pursued her. He said, "If you slept with me, you are my woman. From now on, only I can participate in everything you do."
He dominated her, and it was natural for him to do so in return.
What is love? She no longer believed in that stuff.
But his love is true as he said. Even if the whole world denies it, I will still be with you, even if the world falls apart.
But, can love really come true?
She married someone else with her forgetfulness of him, but her heart with a missing mouth was like a drifting ship that could never find a shore to anchor.
Who was the one-armed man dancing with her at a banquet many years later? Why does she feel so familiar, so familiar with the pain in my heart? Is she so familiar?
In the heavy rain, he gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, "Baby, now I understand that loving someone is not about owning her, but as long as she is happy."
It was God's will. She and he could never go back...