At a grand banquet, a (weird) came. To be precise, everyone present was a "weird", but they all wore masks so that others could not find them, and they seemed to have forgotten their true identities...
Let's start over again. Everyone plots against others and is plotted against others. The more "pure" a person is, the better they understand.
None of them can win, they are just people who have already been stuck in the quagmire wishing to "rescue" the other person...
Concept: Lotus flowers will grow even in the mire, and roses will have sharp thorns; the whiter the paper, the easier it is to be contaminated, and a black cloth will disappear after a few drops of ink; things with a hard outer shell are weaker on the inside, and things that look harmless are more hurtful; some people wear We have put on many masks and cannot even take them off. Some people wear masks permanently, deceiving themselves that it is what it is... The world is contradictory and maybe unfair, but if you look carefully, you will find that it has always maintained a terrible balance.