To love him is to give up everything, even your martial arts and beauty.
But he doesn't recognize you when you meet again.
Is it love? Is it hate?
It all becomes a shimmering dance of colored glass. What never ends is the heartbreak; what cannot be severed is the tender thread of love.
Even after the dance is over, you must still save him, love him, and wait for him to keep you forever in his heart.
It's too much. . . . . . . There are also 0 word count. . . . . . .