Indeed, love and hate are actually two sides of the same coin, just like a set of sketches. Because the environment is different and the angle of light is difficult to control, it is difficult for me to find the dividing line between light and dark.
Her turning around made her and him dependent on each other.
His departure made her imprison herself in the cage of hatred.
Their appearance made her learn to love and be loved again.
The heart imprisoned by hatred is released little by little.
Who knows, fate plays tricks on people.
Facing him, should you love or hate him?
Love and hate are neither intertwined nor separated.
Wandering on the edge of love and hate, where should she go...