When she was young, her parents were murdered and she was thrown into a concentration camp. Being forced to be naked in front of strangers, witnessing inmates being violated and unable to fight back, being abused and possessed by enemies and unable to resist, unless you want to lose your life. In the environment of the concentration camp, no one wanted to die, but apart from instinct, they could no longer find the courage to survive. Many people died, and she must have considered her own death more than once. However, the enemy started to defend her, tormented her and then caressed her clumsily. Even if this life-saving straw is covered with mud, who can scold her for grabbing such a straw. What's more, the flow of his feelings made her feel that it was not just a show, but a real need. Although his way of expressing his feelings was terrifying, he gave her the firmest affirmation of his feelings. He is her master, but he can kill her, but she has a ray of light for him to find himself, and she is his life-saving straw. The two of them, without race, camp, age, are just two homeless children, he lost his faith, she lost her family, and only two people can feel a little warmth together. After separation, no one knows the coldness in his heart, even if he is well-dressed, even if he is dressed in brocade and jade. So I can't blame the two of them, why did they ignore the reality and the history, abandon the good days and get together again, the two of them once lived together, penetrated, adhered, and kept each other warm. This period of growing up memory cannot be used by other people. Instead, they're responsible for their true selves, which is the attitude of people who have been in love and aren't ashamed to admit it. You can say that they are ignorant and frivolous, and what I see is the far-fetched dark ethics of society. It's not really a mistake to not feel wronged with your sincerity.
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