Buddha said: "If you don't get what you want, you will meet with resentment and hatred, and love will be separated." It's like a curse that has been with me for the first half of my life. She should have truly loved that betrayed man just like my mother. Even if he died with hatred, he would have felt the slightest bit of resentment. But I am not her after all, but I have fallen into the same vicious circle, and I don't know if I can fall into a happy ending, but I know that during this long waiting process, my love for him seems to have disappeared. Is this fate? Is it a curse? Or a conspiracy?