This is a story of love and hate, which are sometimes difficult to distinguish. These are two sides of one whole, because if one exists, then there must be another. Harmony is the meaning of life. But if you deny hatred, think about whether you loved? And if you hate someone with all your heart, it can only be because you loved too much, and your feelings were betrayed... But does true love exist? The one who can conquer everything? Is there true hatred that can destroy the world? One thing begets another. But what if the most valuable thing is freedom? And the main value is very expensive. What price must be paid for freedom?