The first time she saw him, the sky was filled with snow. He was as indifferent as a god, cold, arrogant and distant.
The second time she saw him, he was willful and arrogant, making her month full of glory.
The third time she saw him, the moon was full of blood. He was as cruel as Satan, bloodthirsty and killing.
The fourth time she saw him, he was well-behaved and proud, which made her month full of dangers.
He can be so powerful that one can defeat a hundred, or he can be so weak that he cannot be defeated.
No matter what he really looks like, she will guard him without regrets, resentment, separation, or abandonment.
Because that is her boy who will accompany her when she is helpless and tell her "I am here" with a smile.
The intertwining of light and darkness, the distance between heaven and hell, cannot escape the fate of fate; the interlocking of conspiracies makes the ending in vain.