No one can imagine what I rely on to survive, or they don't believe that I am still alive in this world that almost makes me collapse. Dragging his body after a miserable defeat, he fell in love with a person he never thought of crossing paths with before dying. Knowing that he loved me so carefully, I destroyed his only relative because of the resentment in my heart. How could we continue like this? When love is more than just love, who can really persevere?