The loss of something you never had means only missing it, but it was doomed the moment you met it. Losing it means destruction.
His existence was just like his name, burning like a flame. What was burning was not the endless weeds, but her throbbing heart.
Her appearance was a gift from God. What she gave him was not just an embellishment in his glorious life, but a dazzling brilliance.
The broken rivers, the chaos of the world, the love floating in the conspiracy and killing, what is needed, can be unique.
She is not afraid of rumors, life or death, and the powerful, and it is not his love that she seeks, but that unique love.