Five years have passed, and she can't see the light. In the dark night, she is never a butterfly emerging from the cocoon. She is a paranoid psychopath, and he is a madman she plans to drag into hell together.
Once, she watched him year after year, and the women around her changed again and again. She thought that was it. Until another woman appeared, she tried her best but could no longer drag him into the abyss. That was it, it was good. She could bear the pain of darkness alone.
Intent: I hope everyone will be brave enough to love when they can, and don't regret it after losing them.