“"Even though your tenderness was short-lived and we became strangers when you were sober, I didn't hate you. But Thomas, why did I have to endure all the pain and also endure your resentment in the end? Why? You hated that I took away your sanity, kidnapped your love, and schemed your money. Even though you knew from the first day we met that I never really got anything from you, except for Iris, this little life. You always stood on a high pedestal and refused to come down and talk to me on an equal footing. And because of love and tolerance, I lost my home, my job, my natural pheromones, and even my pitiful heart. This is not love. I don't want to sink any deeper. " ***** Before today, she couldn't even imagine such an interaction would happen to her. Her original pheromones isolated emotional communication, making others unable to sense her, and she could not sense others. She lived in a depleted world, where love was like a tender bud wrapped in plastic wrap, neither withering nor rotting but also unable to sprout. That was why Thomas became her light. The 100% match of fate focused all the world's brilliance on Thomas alone. He was the only bright color in the black and white photos, and Madeline couldn't take her eyes off him, let alone imagine what the world would be like without him. But now, the beam of light began to spread and drive away the accumulated darkness. In the light, countless beautiful emotions appeared before her. Madeline finally realized that Thomas was not the only unique existence. He was just one of the male werewolves who had a successful career and slightly good looks. In the vast world, there were countless beings like him. She didn't even need to "let go" of Thomas deliberately because the male werewolf who once held her heart and soul was gradually fading away under the impact of the world. Wasn't this what life should be like?”