When we first met, we were on the banks of the Seine, among the lavender.
She looked back and smiled, as bright as the sun.
He smiled fondly and promised to the end of the world.
When we met again, he was Mr. Lin walking on the edge of black and white.
And she raised the corners of her lips again in a charming sneer.
Is the entanglement after the reunion a lingering love, or does it have an ulterior motive?
Step by step, who fell into whose trap?
Who owes whom among us?
Revenge-oriented, □□-oriented, women are strong and men are strong
Both cruel and sweet, probably HE
