It is full of conspiracy and betrayal. When you peel it apart until your fingers are bloody and bloody, you can see the love that is like a wreckage. It exudes the smell of decay, but it cannot be stifled and it is lingering on. Wrapped in the coat of life and death, true love. There was no joy, no joking, just the pleasure of watching another person being humbled. There was no thought of risking everything, no thought of recklessness, only how to make careful calculations and plan step by step to lock this love in the nine links.