Before time-traveling, she saved the dying and healed the wounded; after time-traveling, she first learned to protect herself. From the sea of fire to the graveyard, from cold glances to the blade's edge, she took a thin, small younger brother by the hand, step by step walking back to the mansion that should have belonged to her. Everyone in the world said she had changed; she merely no longer wished to be manipulated at others' will. Later, she met that masked man—he was cold for half a lifetime, yet kept every shred of gentleness he had left for her. The storms of the human world had never stopped, yet amidst the wind and rain she lived to become her own umbrella, and also became the lamp flame in someone's heart. On the night when the wedding candles burned high, the whole city called it a match made in heaven; unseen by anyone, someone in the dark was slowly gripping their knife tight.