Roses Blooming in the Wrong Season

He was once a warrior king who reluctantly gave up his love for a woman. What awaited him was not the red carpet of marriage, but the woman's cold and heartless departure. He was used to howling like a wolf and vented his inner sadness and loneliness in a unique way. When he packed up his white backpack and prepared to leave for a foreign country, he met the woman who would completely influence his life. There is a kind of love called longing for each other, there is a kind of love called the end of the world, there is a kind of love called staying together through thick and thin, there is a kind of love called fighting side by side, and there is a kind of love called still holding hands without love. It took him half his life to realize: You can be united without love, and you can live without love. However, meeting the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time is destined to become a rose that blooms in the wrong season.