She has lived for nine thousand years, but only has memories of three thousand years. After three thousand years of reincarnation, can he hold on to the deep love he had back then? The joys and sorrows of three thousand years ago, how much is left now. "You can trust anyone, but only me. Have you ever given me even a tiny bit of your trust?" She just... After he left lonely, her eyes were already wet. The ink stains the city, and the love is endless. Can this relationship go on?