Life seems so perfect. But she would occasionally become uneasy on a wind-blown summer night, her desires were as ethereal as the moon in a mirror, flowers in the water, she struggled to reach out to grab something, but in the end it was nothing but a stubborn stubble of frustration. Of course she will have such anxiety, but such anxiety will not stay in her heart for too long. She believes in the world she has built, just as she believes in desire itself.
But then you came, like a sweetest nightmare, like a smooth pebble thrown into a calm lake. You stand estranged from the feigning joyous crowd, like a graceful elf; you indifferently debunk her random lies; you show calmly and unknowingly all you have: rich experience, good Born, learned, unparalleled beauty and elegant demeanor. Your arrival makes this small group of long-term tacit understanding start to riot, you are her biggest fear and nightmare. She sees in you everything she used to know, all the good qualities she loves. So she desperately tries to be nice to you, she tries her best to be your friend, to prove that she is the same person as you. And you rejected her indifferently, because you knew she was not the same as you, just like the other side of a mirror, you denied her long-term devout desire, and you showed her that nobility can only be born. At this time, the beautiful and noble mirror that she had been constructing finally shattered, reality and desire appeared for the first time, and the dazzling light came in - ah, that is not what she wanted, it will only make the world that was not stable more precarious.
She was so flustered that she might no longer be that holy woman in front of the students. They hate you and envy you, but they still have the pure nature of children, and the derived doubts and fears have spread to the corners of her skirts. She has to do something to save this, not to just watch you and them get along well, that will just make the ignorant girl start independent and leave her with nothing. She took you away on a fascinated night, pouring out her lust to you sleeping in the flickering candlelight, how she longed to be one with you. What a poor woman, if it weren't for the extreme madness in her heart, she would not have condescended to do these things rashly.
Her desire to have you was so pure, but she was so wrong this time. Sex doesn't bring you closer together, and all you show is resentment and disdain. She finally realizes that there is always a mirror between you and her, that she has ruined the last step. You've always been real, and she's just a mirror image. Coincidentally, those ignorant eyes saw it all, and luckily even you know little about sex, and she's good at playing with it as an adult. She just managed to manipulate the anger of the group of girls with a little trick, and your biggest weakness is that you don't know how to win people's hearts. In the end, you died, at the hands of ignorant desire, greed and jealousy.
At the end, you are slowly picked up by her, and she wants to end your life as a martyr in the end. But have you seen that beam of light, that beam of sunlight that straddles between you, the difference between you and her is always so obvious, just like the difference between white and black. The indelible nobility and grace are always there, and death can't end it, and neither can she. Those foolish girls have ended their virginity the moment they killed you, and will be far away from youth and beauty, and will become mediocre and vulgar women, with this ugly secret buried in their hearts. And she has completely defeated her mirror image when she removed your respirator with her own hands, and there will be a soulless body from now on. But your death is not worth it, you are a noble existence, and you are too beautiful, but life requires compromise, so you must die.
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