She rolled around and went through all kinds of hardships to finally come to him. Her heart was full of resentment, but she didn't know that it was her own heart that got stuck in the end.
He clearly said no rationally, but he could not stop his deteriorating heart. When did he get close to her, it was no longer just for her lovesick appearance.
He was supposed to be innocent and loved, but he just fell in love with his brother, went astray and killed his brother's lover and traveled across the ocean. Returning again still brought him powerless sadness. If he stopped it once, how could he stop it the second time. It's just jealousy, still growing like a weed out of my control.
What is right and wrong? In the war of love, everyone just wants to protect themselves, and where does right and wrong come from?