This is my world, my own world, an inner world that is incompatible with the outside world. I see others as if they are watching a play through glass, and others see me as if they are through a high wall. Why do women have to work hard to dress up and be virtuous in order to keep a man? Why do women have to be heartbroken when a man cheats? Why do women have to be reluctant to get back after a man cheats? Women are kings in the world, in our world, and no one can invade them.