To her, he was a hazy phantom that hurt her so much that she couldn't bear to die if she got close to him. To him, she was a ethereal figure that guided him in the most difficult years of his life. Even if he couldn't reach her, he would try his best to get to her.
Perhaps love is an illusory phantom to them. They desperately reach out to each other in the turbulent ocean current of fate, even if they are torn apart by the huge current in the next second, they must move forward this second.
I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper. The depth of love is like an illusion, fascinating and overwhelming.
(This is a very bloody story!! There are amnesia jokes! There are all kinds of jokes! In the early stage, it was probably easy? This is a pit! A huge pit! An extremely pit! Let's talk about it again!! The routine is very deep!!)