Seven months after their marriage, he died.
He was stabbed to death in an unmonitored alley.
She searched for three years, from nightclubs to the streets, but found nothing.
She thought it was her past that killed him.
So on the anniversary of his death, she walked into the river.
When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-two years old again.
That day was the day they first met.
It was also the day when he was injured trying to save her in his previous life.
He rushed forward, just like he had in a previous life.
But this time, she made the first move.
The ending was rewritten by her.
He was unscathed.
She also lost all excuses to be near him.
But what she doesn't know is
His death was never because of her.
The conspiracy behind it has just surfaced.
Intent: Love is not a self-motivated sacrifice, but a way of clearing the fog to see the truth, and facing the torrent of fate side by side with the one you love.