Saoirse met Arthur at her friend Emma's party——
The bastard whom Emma described as cold, heartless, and disposable with others.
She believed it.
The first encounter, catalyzed by alcohol, lit up the night with blazing fire;
When they met by chance for the second time, they had a tacit understanding, not asking about the past or talking about the future;
After the third time, she began to notice something was wrong.
- He doesn't seem to be letting go.
He didn't play by the rules, pressed on step by step, and broke into her life.
It's no longer just the dew in the late night, and it's no longer just the lingering warmth in the early morning.
He appears in her daytime and stirs her order at will.
Standing outside the boundaries of her life, her world tilted towards him step by step.
She always knew the rules and knew when to pull back.
So, she left.
One day, Emma spoke briskly and laughed happily:
"I have to say, I really have to thank you."
"You have completely screwed up that cold-blooded bastard, who has been so crazy lately."
——He thought he had everything under control, but there may not be only one person really trapped in the game.
Purpose: A brief discussion of love in modern society.
