Literary Edition
Dripping blood, broken pieces of flesh. The echoing screams and the terrified escape.
How can the cruelty of war be fully described using only these terms?
Who on earth said that there was no reason for the war from the beginning.
When the light of darkness intersects with the shadow of holiness. When gentle torture alternates with cruel whispers.
When the jet black hair is wrapped with platinum ribbon. When the emerald green fire burned the deep blue pool.
No need for any reason. When loving you has become the animal nature that is constantly flowing in my veins and churning deep in my body.
Chase, escape. Contact, avoid. Trust, use. Deep love, betrayal. Regret, hatred. Personal relationships, interests.
When does an expression that is easy to read become impossible to fathom. When did the golden lion's skin stretch out its sharp claws glowing with a deadly green light?
Who can have the last laugh in the game of destiny. Who can take the initiative in the pursuit of true love?
Who can save his life in this invisible blood dripping.
Whoever is more sober will be more cruel than the other.
When the pieces and players switch places: who has the advantage?
When the current situation is always a draw: who is better able to deal with it calmly?
Faced with the obviously unequal distribution of resources and strength, the other party has all the favorable conditions.
And all I have is deep scheming.
Simple version
Little H was tricked by L's father. Little H was sad, so he seduced Little D. L regrets. V pawn. L's father returns and chases little H. Twists and turns.
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