Yu Liu found herself reborn as the white-lotus supporting character in a clichéd melodrama. As the perfect stand-in in the male lead's eyes, in moments of danger she was the shield that took blows for the heroine; in calm times she supplied the melodrama that fueled the protagonists' emotional climaxes as the supporting female. Yu Liu felt this was such a waste of talent. A white-lotus is delicate and beautiful and alluring, her only flaw is a fear of blood. Everyone but the male lead adored her. Isn't it sweeter to just lie back and reap the rewards? Screw being a scumbag's stooge! Yet on her first day out, amid a wasteland, she collided with a youth drenched in filthy blood. Dirty and bloodstained, barely clinging to life, identity unknown. Feeling sorry for a man can get you into trouble, at best a run-in with the law, at worst the annihilation of your whole clan. Yu Liu wanted to drive him off, so she ripped off her white-lotus mask and bared her teeth, showing him the worst, darkest side of herself. But can someone explain... Why does this man look at her even more gently? What Yu Liu didn't know was that the boy she worked so hard to chase away was the male lead's mortal enemy: a vicious, obsessively paranoid major antagonist who, in every cycle, returns determined to kill the male lead. But this time, something unexpected happened. The villain lost his memory. [Short Scene] The moonlight was beautiful; the boy always sharpened his blade secretly at night with her back turned. Yu Liu meekly: "…Why aren't you asleep at this hour? What are you doing out in the yard?" The boy glanced at the moonlit, cold-glinting blade and nodded. He was pleased. So Yu Liu watched him lift the knife and turn, and suddenly asked, "Do you want chicken soup or rib soup tomorrow?" "Chicken soup!" "All right." "Make it an old hen!" "That too." "You have to lull me to sleep!" "...That can be arranged too."