From an innocent, naive girl to a cold woman bent on revenge, she struggles through every step of her journey. Hatred grows and spreads in her heart like dark, damp green moss, smothering every beautiful dream she once had. She looks upon the world with cold eyes, sees love as filth, laughs at lovesick men and women, and despises every moonlit romance and happy marriage. She had thought she would remain cold forever, that all she wanted was revenge. But fate had other plans. Before her vengeance was complete, she fell into the depths of another lonely abyss and unexpectedly met him. At the wrong time, in the wrong place, his keen yet haunting gaze stirred a troubled wave in her otherwise tranquil heart. The more he tried to drive the coldness of her resentment away, the more he poured his heart and soul into loving her. He would lavish the splendor of the world on her just to win a smile. He schemed and deliberated endlessly, all for one thing: for her to love him. Love? If love could change the fate ordained by Heaven, if love could preserve what remained of their humanity, if there were no flames of war and no chaos, if there weren't so many ifs, then perhaps the two of them could have loved each other fiercely. Even across mountains and rivers, through the long years, they would journey toward that dazzling, magnificent love, never betraying each other, entwined for all eternity.
