This is a sad and sad story about two women, but it is definitely not a story made up by the author out of thin air.
Their hearts all have flaws and scars that ordinary people don't have. In order to heal themselves, they have exhausted all methods, even seemingly crazy ways. Where will they go in the end?
Listen to the voices of these two lonely women:
"Yes, I see clearly, that is my grave,
That's my grave
There is no beginning, there is no end, there is a high wall that cannot be walked to the end or overturned."
"I'm not normal. I'm crazy. Others say so. Of course, others also say this to you. I admit that I'm not normal.
I have flaws, but how can I be called normal? How can I be called healthy? If I hide my fragility completely, bury it, hide it without leaving any trace, and be perfect, then it is normal, is it healthy?
If people in this world are not normal, what is normal?
Therefore, I want revenge, and I will continue to take revenge."