There is a saying that goes like this, fate is determined by fate, and love cannot be controlled by others. This story has always been lingering in my heart, so I had to write it out. Everyone in the story appears because of love. The heroine, a woman as indifferent as a lily, is surrounded by two outstanding boys, one who loves and hates her at the same time, handsome and cold and arrogant like a prince, and the other who is a chic and sunny knight, waiting silently. However, there is only one she loves. After the twists and turns, the cold rain hit his cold and proud face. He didn't understand why she wanted to betray him! (Actually, I prefer to leave the introduction a little blank.)