If there is any way to dissolve hatred, I don't think it is, especially when she loses everything due to her life being distorted. If the fate of her fate brought her to a desperate situation, then the beauty and fortune given to her by God were the sharp weapons of color, blood-cutting the glitz of this city, and letting her return to the dust together with her.
I don't know if this is considered cruelty, but I will never allow someone to repay kindness with kindness despite being tortured. Has anyone ever showered this ghostly beauty with love and warmth? What grows in the ruins, even angels, come from hell.
——This story is a rewrite of my previous article called "Hell Lover". At that time, I delayed it for other articles. This is the third time I have mentioned the old article again. Let me see it through to the end.