Waking up from a sleep, she became a marginal character with a bumpy fate in the book. A desolate northwest, a dilapidated earthen house, and a small figure that still needed protection. Fortunately, she could understand the whispers of cats and mice, and the messages transmitted by birds, and could also grow hope in the barren land. Farming, marinated food, the fireworks of a courtyard, step by step she boiled the bitter days into a sweet taste. However, that stern and silent fiancé, why was he always protecting her in the dark? And the shadow lurking in the dark, what kind of storm was it hiding? When all the foreshadowing quietly converged, could she rewrite her destiny and wait until the spring flowers bloomed.