I still remember that you once said: My story is just a cup from the beginning. No matter how warm the process is, it cannot be worth the sadness of the ending.
If life knocks you to the ground again and again, will you stand up? How long will it last?
One is a loving sister, and the other is a rich young master; they have no intersection at all, but they have many similarities: their unknown secrets, painful pasts and no bright future...
A lie hidden within the truth, a truth hidden within the lie; this is the end of the story.