The Pear-Snow Art

"If you like something and can hold it in your hands, keep it before your eyes day after day, and smell its fragrance every night, why hold back? Even if plum blossoms cling to the treetops, won't they still wither? Better to keep their beauty under your own control, precisely because you love them."

When she first met him, his captivating smile could make the snow-white garden seem dull by comparison.

Perhaps she should have understood when he said those words: what he wanted to control was not merely the things he seemed to love, but everything, power, fate, and even other people's lives...

Like a moth flying into a flame, she fell into the trap he had set. Whether he was gentle or cruel, she could never free herself from him.

The man she loved so deeply had transformed into a cold-blooded, merciless killer. Which one was the real him?

And where would her self-deceiving love lead her?