Living in an ordinary world, who would have thought that he would make a deal with his soul and come to a sealed dynasty, a dynasty that had never existed in history. In a world that would have disappeared, he wrote a stubborn poem.
Is his soul his own previous life, or someone who was destined to be with him?
When two pairs of equally unwavering brown eyes compete for a common goal, will one of them win and the other lose miserably, or will they create an unacceptable sadistic relationship in this dynasty where prophecy is the destiny?