With a single glance, he saw through her identity.
She respected him, feared him, and kept her distance, yet despite it all, she couldn't help falling for him.
Her friends jokingly called her "Master," but who could see through to her tender heart?
Hand in hand, sharing every storm: you are brilliant beyond compare, and I wield my sword through falling blossoms.
We should have been a match made in heaven, but when the layers of mist slowly lifted...
Why are you nothing like I imagined?
