Is it as warm as a string, or is it entangled, just because of a misunderstanding, a joke, seven years of separation, five years of forgetting, when you look back again, is it regret or resentment? This is a story about growing up, and it is also a cliché revenge story. The female protagonist is not a novice, but the male protagonist is sinister and powerful, with twists and turns of emotions and multiple identities. (The story I wrote a few years ago may not be very good. I'll try my best to share it with you, just to leave some memories.)