She is the most stunning winter plum among all things in the world, and that chill comes from her unimaginable tragic past.
She stirred up the wind and waves and remained anonymous in the brothel.
Despite her efforts to escape her past, they tracked her down.
A powerful prince, a loyal childhood playmate, a suave brothel poet, and a sunny and funny foreign diplomat.
Did they approach her because they loved her, or were they just using her and toying with her?
How long is her road to revenge, and who is waiting to stop her?
Did those eyes in the darkness belong to someone she was familiar with?
Who still remembers to ask if the winter plum blossoms are blooming?