A stunning work of female transformation. Since you can't guess the beginning, why not forget the ending? But I can't let go, I can't forget... That person appeared in the raging fire, with the breath of death and the cruelty of rivers of blood. He kneaded her bones and blood with his own hatred, dyeing her innocence into seductiveness. Send her straight to the Nine Palaces and to the top of power. Is this a dance of revenge or a sadomasochistic romance? If... If it was just for revenge, why did you still refuse to let go of my hand at the last moment?
