Three Generations of Love: the End of Sadomasochism and Deep Love

He is sultry but doesn't know it; she may have insight into the inner turmoil but doesn't know how to express it. I saw with my own eyes the moment he fell off the cliff, and I regretted it too late! Love is deep in the bones, love is hard to break, and there is snow every inch of the hair. She, who was already reserved, has become even more cold and frosty. After years of hardship, she doesn't know when she will be able to see the moonlight after the clouds clear. Three lives and three lives, deep love, this is a destined relationship. However, the road is full of thorns and ups and downs, and every step seems to cross thousands of rivers and mountains. Will she wait for him? Will you wait for the person who died in despair and will never return?