The second time I watched it, I understood Diane's embarrassment, not succumbing to the ordinary and perfect distorted personality.
It only feels normal to be around people who don't look normal.
By fate, the tanner's daughter fell in love with a man with hirsutism.
If there is reincarnation, maybe this man is really the civet cat in her dreams: big eyes and long hair.
She finally mustered up the courage to betray her family to pursue her curiosity. What about you, the movie-watching one?
What did you do?
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