Iris was young and passionate, always full of energy. I felt like I was enchanted by her; I knew she was tempting me, and I was willingly seduced, but I didn’t want to lose the part of peace that Nelly had given me.

Sometimes I was rebellious, often recalling the days when I was reckless. After meeting Nelly, I started to become more stable and cherished life, but I also felt that my life lacked passion.

Iris’s every move reminded me of how Nelly looked right after her discharge—sickly yet full of vitality.

Iris was the same—naive but willing to fight for everything.

I was so despicable back then. I...