He is frail, his mother died young, and he struggles to survive under his stepmother’s thumb. She is bright and sunny, adored by both her parents and the little darling of the family. When they first meet, she tells him, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.” She is the only light in his heart. Years later, he has become a great man whom everyone admires, while she has fallen into a mire with no way out. When they meet again, he no longer recognizes her. “This woman is vicious…”
Flowers bloom, but they cannot admire them together; flowers fall, but they cannot grieve together. The choices in this game of life and death were already fated. When there is no solution to a dead end, she will enter the game herself and break it with her life…
