When she went down the mountain with Tu Shita, she thought love was something one could seek.
When she met Yu Sang, she thought love was something one could pursue.
Vows and promises were impossible to take back once the night was over.
Sweetness and lies turned the world upside down in a single day.
She would rather return to that afternoon, when he stood quietly by the desk, his left hand behind his back, casually painting a landscape. And she had never appeared.
If they had never met, they could never have fallen in love. There would have been no pain, no schemes, no hurt.
All that sweetness, all those regrets, all that remorse, she would carry with her for the countless years to come.
