For whom is the stunning beauty a warm ray of dawn or a lonely shadow in the night? For whom is she willing to be a murder weapon, and for whom is she willing to wash away the blood on her hands? For whom is the graceful young man willing to get involved in all kinds of grievances? The prince of a country, once saw a beautiful woman, his whole life was mistaken. What kind of love and hate is this? When everything calms down, can we still find the warmth when we first met?
