Those Infuriating Messes

I'll drink this bitter cup of marriage first. Dual heroines, everyday urban life, a friendship that can fall apart at any moment, yet somehow it always comes back to her. Fate binds them together. She loves the mountains, the rivers, and all the world. She draws her blade to help, not to save the world, but to save her. She is willing to gamble away her whole life and be trapped, if it means the other can live freely in the next one. She hates the heavens, the earth, and all living beings. She exhausts every scheme, not to find happiness, but to escape. She shatters the shell of ice, yet still cannot see into her own heart…