"If you can hold something you like in your hands, put it in front of you every day, and smell its fragrance every night, why should you suppress it? Even if the plum blossoms grow on the treetops, won't they wither? It's better to control their beauty by yourself, because it is what you like."
When we first met, he had a charming smile that could make the snow in the garden pale.
Perhaps when he said these words, she should have understood that what he wanted to control was not the things he loved on the surface, but that everything was in his hands, power, destiny, and even the lives of others...
She fell into the trap he set like a moth to a flame. Whether he was gentle or cruel, she could never extricate herself from him.
The man she loved so much suddenly transformed into a cold-blooded murderer. Which one is the real him?
And where will her self-deceptive love go?