Wedge:
As time goes by, the flowers fall into mourning. They never give in to fate.
There is no connection between past and present lives. Is it fate or destiny?
Betrayal, use, in the end it was just a misunderstanding. The moon is full of shadows, who takes off the mask and sighs secretly?
Who is willing to live in exchange for freedom? A night of glory, a destiny that defies heaven. What was once an unforgettable love has now turned into a bone-deep hatred.
The battle in the palace failed miserably because of her deep love; in the competition on the mainland, can she escape unscathed?