Bones Are Hard to Bully

He was a thorn in her heart that couldn't be removed, and a poison in her bones and blood that she couldn't get rid of. An encounter that started out as a calculation turned into a deep-seated entanglement. They tortured each other, sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of love and hate, and no one could escape intact. Later she realized that some of the pain had already grown into her bones, and even her breathing smelled like blood. If you pull out the thorn, you will die, if you leave it in, it will hurt. Is this a disaster or a belated redemption?