"There is always a lot between you and me, so much that we can only look at each other forever, and even getting closer is a luxury."
The fate between her and him seems to be a joke played by God. It gives hope, but always makes people despair.
The rich lady and the servant who lives in someone else's house, the noble son with a short lifespan and the attendant who doesn't know his past.
Time will never shorten the distance between them and erase the hurt left by each other. It always assists fate in overlaying barriers and inflicting heavy wounds on already scabbed wounds.
Step by step, he carefully weaved a big web to take revenge on all those who insulted him and those who destroyed him. But he put the peace that he had burnt himself into in exchange for into her hands.
"Wanqing, winter is over, and you finally don't have to endure the cold anymore."