When they first met, his face was cold, and hers was like a peach blossom. Their eyes were filled with cold abyss and devastation. This is a story about waiting, waiting for a flower to bloom, waiting for her to come to you. I've been waiting for you here and never left.
She managed to make him somewhat popular, was it easy for her? What do these people want to do? She dotes on those she protects and must not let others bully her.
Intention: To redeem each other.