If love can only bloom on the bed at night, it's not called love, it's just love.
He raised her in a gorgeous house, but gave another woman the rightful title of wife.
We passed each other as if we were strangers.
The rich and complicated family, the beautiful girl in the golden house, the love that flies into the flames, the lover who only talks sweetly at night... She has had enough!
When he opened the door again in the ambiguous midnight, she was gone.
She was in a relationship with another man, trying to gain some space for herself and get rid of the "lover" haze he cast over her, but she unknowingly fell into a fierce fight.
He said, don't let me catch you again, otherwise, you will only die!