The sweetest thing about my cardamom years was meeting him.
After spending time with each other during the flower season and the rainy season, he left behind only betrayal and cruelty.
Then, the proud princess in their eyes sank into their memories.
Until everything was silent, that familiar face appeared in front of me again.
Is it unintentional or conspiracy, betrayal or hardship?
Why is she so proud, but still unable to forget him.
Is it marriage or bad luck? Is it a game or true love?
Why is there always so much confusion between the two of them that I can never sort out.