[... You should remember your face even when you pass each other's shoulders... You can't remember your face as much as you glance at you... I'll take a parting look and see you next to you...]
When she was rescued by his entourage, she was dressed in a weird outfit that puzzled everyone. But when the leader moved the hair covering her face, he actually picked her up and rushed back to the house for treatment... When she opened her eyes and found herself in a situation that she couldn't think about... How should she deal with it? Day after day, she gradually understood the lonely heart under that seemingly indifferent mask. She had no way not to be attracted... But she always felt that the face reflected in his eyes... Was not her... A beautiful face that was hers but not hers...