Her swordsmanship was peerless, and she was as beautiful as a flower. She should have married the childhood sweetheart she had grown up with, but a letter breaking off their engagement and a massacre that wiped out her family changed her forever.
From the moment he told her to her face that he no longer loved her, from the moment the father who had loved and cherished her died before her eyes, from the moment the raging flames burned without end, she was destined never to become that smiling, carefree girl again. She grew distant, calm, and strong.
Who will open her tightly shut heart? The dashing and carefree one? The gentle, jade-like one? The noble and wild one? Or the one of peerless elegance?
