When they met for the first time, she crawled like an ant, and he fluttered like an immortal.
The second time they met, she made wine and had tea, and he smiled at her.
The third time they met, she was as humble as a bereaved dog. He gave her a jade cup to save her from fire and water.
For the fourth and fifth times, the two people who were originally unrelated became entangled. Who owed each other was entangled and they were not conscious.
He was poison, slowly seeping into her withered years.
She was poison, slowly devouring his frozen heart.
Seeing the prosperity disappear, he joins hands with her. In the end, what is left after the hatred? Can the huge resentment, in a small boat, reach the other side of the heart?