There are thousands of kinds of love, and there are thousands of gestures, but I can't accept the possession and control of selfish love, and I must not sacrifice the talent and future of the other party. In a movie that is incisively and vividly displayed, the heroine is like an ignorant and rigid stone, unable to see the slightest beauty of humanity, but the hero is as willing as ever. Is it only the extreme means of poisoning that allows him to reveal his true self? Encountering such a heroine is his sadness and fell into the extreme means of the heroine to gain warmth and dependence, and it is even more sad that the unfortunate heroine uses poison as the key to open the heart of the hero, just to be noticed and be taken care of. What is the difference between love and a beast that only knows blood?
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