After finishing the ending where Mido went crazy, I couldn't calm down for a long time. I don't know why, but I liked this better than the happy ending where the two of them started a company together.
Is it because of the unspeakable sadness and sorrow that seeps into the bone marrow?
Is it because it has been difficult to end well since that night?
Is it because of belated retribution?
Is it because the rose finally withered after blooming all summer?
I have no idea.
If it was a tragedy that could not be avoided from the beginning, why bother diluting it with joy? Such a seemingly harmonious and happy scene, no matter how you look at it, is not real. It seems like a deliberate cover-up, like a deliberate escape, to whitewash the peace. Under the appearance of mutual love, there is an undercurrent of sadness that becomes increasingly difficult to ignore.
Suddenly I had an irresistible urge to tear open the wound and expose it naked to the sun. So, here is the article below.
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