Adopted from far apart, the three people were able to get together a few years later.
Old grudges, obsessions, new hatreds.
She was annihilated in power, betrayal, and abandonment.
Returned after five years.
She squinted and sneered, "Play a power game with me, okay?"
Resentment, unwillingness, powerlessness.
Is this power?
Unable to resist, unable to struggle.
Can't die.
A weakness swept over her that she couldn't resist.
The pain is overwhelming.
However, looking at the scenes of myself over the past 11 years, I feel like an actor.
As time goes by, one absurdity after another emerges.