The first cold reception was a joke given to him by God. A cup of saintly girl's joy forcibly pulled her and his fate, which were far apart, together.
When they reunited for the second time, a peach blossom fan became the chain they had been entangled with before. Even though she was burdened with hatred that lasted for thousands of years, she still couldn't control her heart.
Looking back for the third time, her wedding dress was like blood, and she was as beautiful as a peach, and she was astonished. He looked at her, looking at her who he had pushed away with his own hands.
She was horrified to discover that it was not her who fell, but his inability to extricate himself...