Painting the World

Because of an experiment, she gained a new kind of supernatural ability. In the end, her attempt to escape sent her into another time and space. Thus began the turning wheel of fate.

In a rescue, who became whose bond?

In an encounter, was it fate or calamity?

In a romance, whose heartfelt feelings were being expressed?

You said the world was a beautiful painting, yet it could not compare to my smile. You said its splendid rivers and mountains could not compare to my charming laughter. You said you could choose only between the realm and the beauty. You said you would choose me, as long as I waited for you. I waited, but you never came...

I picked up my brush and painted the realm you loved most. For whom did the teardrop mole at the corner of my eye spend all its tears?

I have never regretted loving you, but I regret meeting you...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.