Three Lives and Three Worlds: Romance, Flowers, Snow and Moon

This is a boring revenge story, But it became extraordinary because of his appearance, I'm torn between revenge and giving up The murderer of your loved ones is right in front of you But can't start It's not because of our fateful friendship with him. Not because of fear of power Why am I so tolerant and indulgent? What is the most important thing in this world to do than revenge? It is cherishing, cherishing every family affection, friendship, love... Do we really have to wait until we lose it? Only then did I know the emotion in the ordinary It's so satisfying Maybe just for the remaining warmth in my heart The warmth he gave me