—You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
He is the devil who defeated all the sects in the world with one shot.
Her unruly look turned into tenderness around her fingers under the green-eyed woman on the bridge.
But she loves freedom and doesn't want to be controlled, so how can she tolerate shackles around her?
When love and freedom conflict, who is the real winner?