The story of the mad concubine chasing her husband
Dressed in blue, she was given endless warmth and pampering, and in purple, she understood love and affection, hurt and pain.
He hurt his beloved woman for her, and it was his life's duty to protect her. However, when he hurt the woman so much that he finally decided to fight for love, he found that the person he hurt and loved was the same person.
There are so many women in the world, how many can he love, and how few can he not love, so little that there is only one one, and she has the only one.
If he wants to love but can't love, where should he go, is it love or not?