When the free and unruly wind meets the ubiquitous shadow, is it love that cannot be escaped or debt that cannot be avoided? When the heart begins to fall, how can we not miss it? Love is a pervasive poison. Who is the real destination? Maybe the fate was already decided when we first met.
She is as bright as the moonlight, smart and dazzling, but she can't get into his heart no matter what. She has not lost to anyone, she only hates being destined to have no destiny. When she has loved, been hurt, missed, and hurt, she suddenly looks back, but that person is in the dim light.