Women's Version:

Yesterday was like a nightmare in the long night, and when the morning light was faint, what lingered was the hidden pain in the dream. Time passes, dreams fade, people wake up, dreams are left behind, and a new day begins. Occasionally, someone will mention it, or read a certain paragraph, maybe it will touch the dream in the depths of the heart.

In order to break the dream, for everything today, I learned to calculate, and I learned to step on others to climb up. I have long been numb to the sacrifice of innocents. I poured everything I had been through yesterday on them, and I did it, and I laughed at them and saw them down, and the muscles on my face ached. Such a hateful me, such a self that even I hate, is no longer eligible for happiness.

If I become cold-blooded and vicious, please don't forget who struck me again and again when I was at my worst, and made me fall into the abyss countless times. Without hope, there is despair. If you are fortunate enough to survive despair, then the whole body and mind will be transformed.

Thank you, thank you, willing to fall in love with someone like me. But we met at the wrong time. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to drag you down, that's the only thing I can do for you.

Male 1:

I believe that men put their careers first. I've never believed in love. Once, I only regarded my wife as a relative, thinking that it was enough to fulfill my responsibilities, so I failed someone who loved me very much, causing lifelong regrets.

I didn't expect to meet her. She was arrogant, stubborn, strong, and even married. However, just such a woman fascinated me deeply.

She has hatred in her heart, I know it; I also know about her past. I didn't dislike her because of this, but more of a heartache. How nice it would be if we could have met sooner?

That man, how could he be virtuous, possessed her best years, but gave her great pain. If it were me, we would be a nice couple by now, right? But I am also grateful to him, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to know her, and maybe I wouldn't know what love is in my life.

She rejected me again and again, and avoided me again and again. I know her scruples, and I am willing to avenge her, I just hope that she will feel better. Whether she loves me or not, as long as she is alone, I am willing to protect her. If one day, I don't love her anymore, I will still be by her side and guard her as a relative.

Male 2:

You are the support of my soul, but I seek it in other people's lands.

Your departure didn't wake me up, I thought you were making trouble again, but as the days passed, there was no shadow of you around me, and there was no sign of you coming back, and I realized that I might have lost you forever.

Regret it? Many people have asked this question, but I don't know how to answer. Self-esteem is still at work, and it's really hard to admit these two words.

I want to stand in front of you and admit that I was wrong, even if you beat me up happily, as long as you are willing to return to me, I will make it up to you. But I never managed to muster up the courage.

When you meet again, you're different. Your ruddy complexion and confident look are clearly telling me that you are better off without me.

I am jealous of the man who stands by your side, he does not have that qualification, your husband is me, how can my wife become someone else's. You looked at him with the same way you used to look at me, and smiled at him as happily as you used to do for me, and I knew that we couldn't go back.

I know that your revenge is not out of love and hatred, nor is it that you can't let go, you are just regaining your lost past. It's okay, it's okay, I'm afraid that one day, you won't even bother to take revenge, then we will never cross paths again after all.