She is a noblewoman from a great family, gentle as the moon, yet wounded by love. He is a lone courtier, burdened by a blood feud and living on borrowed time. Their hearts belong to each other, but they cannot escape a plot that drives them apart. Their enemies forge evidence, making her believe he has betrayed her. Bitter with resentment, she hands him a divorce letter and turns away, leaving them strangers.
Struck by a strange poison and with little time left, he still infiltrates the enemy camp, risking his life to set his plan in motion. As he seeks revenge, he secretly protects her. Unaware of the truth, she sees only an enemy in him and resolutely sets out on her own path of vengeance, staining each step with blood as her heart turns to ice.
He watches over her from the shadows while she struggles in the mortal world. Their love remains unspoken, but his life is nearly over. One day, as the poison takes hold, he lays bare the truth: every betrayal was an act, and every hurt was meant to help her.
He dies with a smile, and tears fall from her eyes like rain. Her revenge is complete, the realm is at peace, but the man who silently protected her all his life will never return.
When love runs deep, one is willing to keep it a mystery. When regret reaches its end, only a lonely shadow remains.
This love was not misplaced because they did not love each other, but because they loved each other too much.
