Prologue 

As she waited for the fall on the collapsing bridge, she closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, feeling the sensation of floating as the car plunged down with her and it rose from her lower body, a piercing blue light was washing over her.

The Han River in winter, the car that had fallen onto its surface was crumpled miserably and was slowly sinking deeper into the cold water.

Amid her fading consciousness, gazing up at the sun glimmering faintly far away in the deep, dark water, she thought.

If I were to meet you once again.

I will absolutely not love you.

Even in death, I will not love you.

I hope we do not meet again, even in dreams.