Your Hotel Is Closed

She is outstanding, beautiful, intelligent and keen; He, Yidun's rich man, is unruly and desperate; He is reserved and resolute, silent and silent; Gray, white, black, which one is right and which one is wrong? Unexpectedly, it is the game within the game. The moment she began to remember, she was covered in bruises. In that country where I grew up, except for my mother, everyone around me was blond and blue-eyed. Strange, yet familiar. And full of violence. She didn't know why she had to go through all this until her mother passed away. She woke up in the attic filled with utility rooms, choked by dust and coughing for a while. Her whole body ached, and her childhood memories became ambiguous. She stumbled up from the ground and found the notepad left behind by her mother in a dusty wooden box. Then, her revenge plan slowly brewed in her heart. He may have been the turning point in her ill-fated life, and she returned home because of him. Starting to live step by step along the notes left by my mother...