A story about love and power.
Wedge
Xiaoru, are you okay? Where are you? Can you hear me?
I killed you, I killed you with my own hands! Because I love you!
I love you, that's why I want to kill you!
If I didn't love you, I would be like other men and would never have the guts and courage to kill you.
Under the thousand-year-old tree in the market, an old man was telling a story.
The old man's voice was very confident, neither slow nor urgent, with almost no inflection. But for a storyteller, he obviously failed miserably. Because beside him, except for a teenage girl, there was no other audience.
Does the story I tell sound good?
Doesn't sound good.
Then why don't you just go away like everyone else?
Because the beautiful sister in that story is called Xiaoru. My name is Xiao Ru.
Xiaoru! Xiaoru!
Is that Xiao Ru really dead?
Yes!
Was she really killed by her lover?
Yes!
Why did her lover want to kill her? Doesn't he love her?
Yes! He loves her!
Why do you want to kill her if you love her? I do not understand.
I don't understand either.
This story is not good, I don't like it.
I don't like it either.