She, single-handedly, went deep into the tiger's den, just for revenge, but she didn't want to be trapped in the mud, and her love would be difficult to break.
He endured the humiliation and worked hard every step of the way, just to clear his name, but in the end he missed the point.
They met each other in a conspiracy, fell in love with each other in hatred, and had an unforgettable mission, but they could not escape the shackles of love. They chose to believe or leave. Can love with a purpose be as pure as water? Is it a lifelong mistake or a lucky fate?