After eighteen years of life, the only understanding of happiness is pink. A heart-wrenching and desirable pink.
The mother died young and the father belonged to someone else.
She is Xin, but not happy.
She gave up her life but was not accepted by heaven. The sudden love from her father and lover made her feel baffled, but because of her extreme desire for love for eighteen years, she carefully accepted it, protected it, and gave it at the same time.
The mirror is shattered, and the heartache is overwhelming. Will she still be who she is when she is no longer worthy of being used?
"Hua Xin, let's separate, for your sake and for my own sake." --- Han Qianqiao
"Qian Qiao, I can no longer tell what is true and what is false. I am tired." ---Hua Xin
A heart full of holes, will love just flow away or fill the wounds?