She is the daughter of the Phoenix, bearing the hopes of all birds and living only for revenge. He is the young lord of the Demon Realm, his heart frozen like ice, warmed only for her. In flowing purple robes, he is as ethereal as his garments. He looks down on everything and wants no trace of dust to touch him, yet for her he gives up his peaceful life. How will the once-innocent, clever girl force herself to rise above all the birds and declare war on the one she loves? He treats everyone with courtesy and seeming concern, but who could know that his heart is made of ice? Living alone in seclusion, when did he begin to grow accustomed to having this person by his side?
