That night after the rain, when the roses were in full bloom, she met him in the dark, the king of the dark night. He was as calm and gentle as jade, he killed people and was as violent as a demon, and he lived a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. But no one knew how disgusted he was. He lived in a whirlpool of indulgence and materialism, with his hands covered in blood, but he possessed a pure soul that ordinary people could not match. She may be the only ray of sunshine in his future life. Her life is spotless. He yearns for such a life until many years later, she asks him, "Why do you want to protect me?" He replies with a smile on his lips, "What I protect is not you, but all the things I have lost in your world. I look up to them, like a redemption."