In the dusty memories, he held out the bowl of abortion pills to her mouth, and fed the bitter juice with his own hands. They were all painful in his heart, hoping to use the blood flowing from her body to settle the grudges of a lifetime and seek eternal forgetfulness. But destiny plays a trick. In this life, the two people meet again. What choice should they make in the face of fragmented but still gradually awakened memories?
Intention: You should still believe that there is true love in the world. Right and wrong are relative. It depends on how you understand it.