He said: "Chaoyang, if you can't love me, then hate me."
He smiled at my question and said, "Chaoyang, to you, of course I am a lunatic." "
He was crazy in his desperate love, and I saw the blooming mandala in his desperate love, and the blackness was raging in large areas. In this case, let us hate and suffer together. If I hurt three points because of you, I need you to accompany me to hurt the remaining seven points. The mandala's curse branches out in the blood. . . . .