"The Man in the Mirror of Love"

He sealed the blood feud in his heart, stayed close to him, and protected him, just for the final counterattack. He knew that the person accompanying him was a cold-blooded cheetah, but he was willing to wander in the gentleness of his mask. It all started on a bloody rainy night when he was six years old. He thought he was dead, so he could see such gentle eyes and feel such hot embrace. From then on, that man took root in his heart, and he thought it was an oasis. It wasn't until his heart was twisted and then burned to ashes that he realized that this man only lived in the mirror. He had no flesh and bones and no heart. He engraved the word hatred in his heart and used all means to become stronger. He enjoyed the joy of victory when he saw his former enemies frightened and cowardly in front of him like animals at the muzzle of a gun. He added all the humiliation he had suffered in the past fourteen years to him one by one. He ignored his pain, he ignored his despair, and he thought he was numb. Until he saw his clear eyes and relieved smile in the raging fire, he felt that he was also burned to ashes by the fire. He finally understood that that person was the cancer in his heart, and destroying him would not make him reborn... Whether it is bondage, hatred, or love, it will disappear at the moment of destruction. The past is like the remaining snow on a broken bridge, no matter how it is repaired and bleached, it will eventually pass away after the weather clears. If we can't love, will we still miss each other across thousands of mountains and rivers?