The moon was hazy, and the dark night swallowed up the girl's figure; the neon lights, shining light, were no more domineering than the young man. Is it an accident? Or is it fate? Let these two asymptotes be close to the axis of fate. Then, she escapes from the crowd, but he is in crisis and surrounded by enemies. She became a knight, but he would never be the prince saved by the princess...
