Seven years ago, when she married into the Hong family in a bright red dress, her love turned into a whisper on the pillow: "It is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is rare to find a lover."
Seven years later, when another woman, with her face downcast and shy, asked her to grant her a wish, the determination in her eyes seemed to be interpreting: "I heard that you had two minds, so I came to decide."
She was once helpless, angry, and hesitant, but in the end she chose to compromise, defend, and fight. With all the shadows of the sycamore trees standing, whose sadness is swaying under the moon?