This article is a sadistic story about a strong attacker and a strong sufferer, a story of love and resentment. It has a plot and connotation. It has everything you want. A touch of worry, a soft mood. The scent of lilac is vague, carrying sadness, appearing and disappearing, slowly drifting away. Passing each other by, sparks of lust arose, interest heated up, and love was ignited. It's as quiet as stagnant water, the cold wind is biting, and it's as cold as yarn, just because you turned around and disappeared. Desire is hard to break, the lotus roots are cut off, and they run away to the world. Their hearts are separated by the sky and the sea, and they are revived, only wishing for the next life.