My Heart Takes Flight, My Spirit Soars

That year, I bowed my head in reverence, embracing the dust. Not to worship the Buddha, but only to draw close to your warmth.

That lifetime, I circled mountains and waters and pagodas. Not to earn a better next life, but only to meet you along the way.

Who would have thought there really could be someone in this world for whom you'd rush into the flames without regret, and willingly sink into perdition forever?

But when his world has no room for your humble, sincere heart, where can you go?

He is like a quiet chrysanthemum half-blooming by the fence, a red-clad figure whose fall leaves the lotuses by the water mourning. Gentle as a chrysanthemum, warm as jade. Faced with the woman who loves him, he chooses to run away and lets go of her hand...

He says, "I can't afford to have you!" Not that he doesn't want her, but that he cannot have her!

He is wickedly charismatic and brazen, believing he'd rather wrong the whole world than let the world wrong him! Yet for her, he gives up everything and willingly lets her use him. But when all his devotion still can't win her heart, he chooses to destroy her at any cost...

He says, "If your heart has no room for me, then what's the point of keeping it?" Cruel and despairing.

When she is reborn and, after all her twists and turns, returns to their sides once more, how will love unfold between the four of them this time?