She never thought that her life had been settled when the coin hit the ground. She was a lonely traveler, walking in the darkness she had woven. Sixteen years of time slipped away gently. The person who loved her most had left. She was even more cold and arrogant. When she finally saw the person she had hated for sixteen years Even though she was still a human being, she still wanted to be greedy for some warmth, so she came to a strange place and met strangers one after another who were related to her by blood, including the girl whose fate was completely different from hers. When her closest relatives bruised her body again and again, where should she go? If she was just a victim of interests from beginning to end, just a foil to show how happy her sister was, then who is her salvation? So she chose to leave and painted shocking paintings one after another, but only to commemorate those who had given her warmth and to commemorate her dead love and family. Five years later, when the people and things of the past swept through again, how should she choose? The entanglement between love and family has ruined how much of what should have been a wonderful time?