"Please, let me go." I begged. "Let you go? How did you promise me in the first place? Am I too spoiled to you and made you forget the vow you made to me?" He had a sinister expression on his face. He grabbed my hair with one hand and pressed my head on the table... She was originally a socialite from the upper class, and he was the deputy commander of an armed organization in the Golden Triangle. Two people whose two worlds had no intersection originally made a lifelong contract. Is this relationship true or false, right or wrong, where should we go?