We once met at the intersection but were strangers to each other, we were once under the same roof but we covered each other, we once gave each other our sincerity in mutual temptation, we once shared weal and woe when crisis came, but once was just the past. This memory is so beautiful that it shows the cruelty and ruin of reality.
Later, she tried every means to make herself simple and elegant, just to make him let her go; later, he tried every means to make himself give up on her, just for a ridiculous bet. As a result, she lost completely and became a puppet on the Dark Throne; he won everything, but he could no longer hold her in his arms.
Who is right and who is wrong is just a farce. When the curtain is removed and the mask is taken off, can he and she still listen to the wind and rain under the same roof?