He was the king of the demons, but he had been searching for her for thousands of years; she was once the most holy goddess in the world, with a heart as clear as ice, but she could not compete with him who was like fire. Thousands of years ago, he tried all his tricks, but he missed her in his heart. Snow melts when it meets fire, just as fate would have it. She died in the tearless city built for him, but he kept his memories and love and painted a book of thousand-year snow rhyme. I can only hope that in her next life, the fate of snow and fire will continue.
Are he and her destined by God, or are they entangled by fate?