Complex Mark

He came with hatred; she, the daughter of his enemy. The last thing they should have met was that they knew each other and stayed together through thick and thin, but in the end they were no match for his unforgettable hatred... No one could understand the emotional pain, and licking the wounds alone was not her style. When they met again, he could no longer recognize her. She was both a boy and a girl. Her red clothes were flying, which touched the indelible heartache in his heart. The beauties around him were smiling, but they could no longer warm his heart... He was filled with melancholy, and he had been away for several years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.