She,
She is the cold beauty that everyone calls her.
As indifferent as she is,
As proud as she is,
As sentimental as she is,
…
When that gentle man brought her into marriage, she thought that the light of happiness would warm her frozen heart, but she was driven into an even colder hell by the frustration and helplessness of reality. She chose to escape as always, and this time her escape was so outrageous that she abandoned her husband and son and fled to another world. With the door of your heart closed, can you wait for that peace? With such a man, could she just pretend that she had never met him before? What kind of fate has been determined by the entanglements in the past and present lives?