He, above all others, humblely begged for her affection, never letting go even if it hurt her.
He, a knight-errant, wanders around the world, just to forget the dimples of the smile on his lips.
He is a ruthless killer, ruthless but gentle, and he is willing to die for him.
She fled to the end of the world, but could not escape from the imprisoned imperial city. The hanging flowers have bloomed. Can we love again?