She came from the past, carrying mystery, helplessness and hatred.
He comes from the past, trapped in a trap and shadow from which he cannot escape.
Fate connects them with threads and binds them tightly.
Someone is willing to die for her because she is the light of his rebirth;
Someone is willing to turn his back to her, even if she has stabbed her with thousands of needles;
Someone is willing to follow her hard just to have her sympathy;
Some are destined to deceive, others are destined to betray;
Some are holding the blade, others pushing the handle;
Laurel can only be deceived by the fragrance of chimes, hiding in the green leaves and waiting.
The dancers whirled and turned, and the faint blue sword light disappeared.
She and he advanced across the cliff, reaching the same destination by different routes.
Her love is destined to be a flower in the mirror.
His love is destined to be a storm.
He and she are both waiting for redemption.
However, since it is the flower's conspiracy, how can it be forgiven because of its beauty?