Human beings shouted that I was a divine beast. They worshiped me, begged me, and worshiped me. I thought they really liked me——
It wasn't until I grew feet and hands, and saw the blood of the Manchu people, that I realized everything was fake. They didn't like me, they called me a monster, and they were afraid of me——
Later, my hands were stained with their blood and I became a public enemy in heaven and on earth——
Originally, I was a demon born for hatred, but I met a beautiful young man who was willing to accompany me to bask in the sun. I began to be afraid, fearing that he would misunderstand my appearance.
I don't understand love, he said: "The word love is the direction of the heart."
It turns out that he is also the opposite of me. He approaches me, accompanies me, comforts me, and finally imprisons me.
I was willing to be trapped on a cliff for three hundred years, but I was not willing to let that person never come to see me once. In desperation, I threatened death, forcing him to see me, choose me, and take me away, even if it was just my body.
"I remember that you like light food and rarely eat meat."
"My Lord God, what you remember is the me I once was."
"Do you hate me?"
"I hate you for not coming to see me."
Concept: There is more than one kind of love in the world
