The bustling streets, the bustling and crowded shops, and the bright afternoon sun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is in this tunnel-like white beam, the weaving crowd is like a trance shadow shuttling inside, coming and going, going and coming, never stopping.

Qi Luoling stood on South Street in Seoul, South Korea, looking at a towering blue building opposite. This is the street, only pray that Luo Ling's light is reflected brightly.

The light and land of the building, perhaps too much attention, this high-rise building seems to collapse and destroy in an instant, Qi Luoling instinctively feels a kind of pressure, a sense of time and space compression that comes to ease the stagnation and stagnation.

Qi Luoling had to turn her gaze to the gilded sign in front of the building: "Cui's Group". The large, shiny font is slightly exaggerated, as if to prove its existence.

For Cui's Group, before Qi Luoling came, he deliberately did some research on the Internet. Choi's Group is one of the seven major conglomerates in South Korea, mainly engaged in construction and shipping, and concurrently engaged in dozens of industries such as steel, machinery, trade, finance, and electronics industry.

Qi Luoling stared for a moment, then crossed the sidewalk, came to the opposite side, and walked into the first floor of the building.....

It's still the big, shiny desk, the luxurious décor, the unique layout.

As usual, Choi Ji-woo, chairman of Choi Group, sits in a luxurious leather chair overlooking the city through bright floor-to-ceiling windows. The city building made of steel and concrete looks so grand and powerful. But it was like a dangerous wall, and people walked under it. The only comfort comes from the warm sunshine, and the interweaving of light and shadow gives people the comfort of a holy city.

Cui Zhiyou stared at everything under the firmament, but it was like being in prison. An insurmountable prison imprisoned his mind and left him with no branches. The outside world was blue and wide, but in his eyes it seemed dark and bleak. It is not the environment that determines a person's mood, but the state of mind.

Next to Choi Ji-woo's black seat, there is a pair of dark red wooden crutches. Some time ago, Cui Zhiyou suffered a stroke and suffered from the sequelae of immobility in his legs. Choi Ji-woo's son, Choi Jae-sun, is still lying in a hospital bed, unconscious and unconscious.

Faced with life changes, Cui Zhiyou had to think bitterly, who was wrong? Or is it just a mistake, or is it simply a mistake to take revenge? The never-ending revenge not only consumed a lot of his energy, but also caused him to lose the little health and happiness left in his life.

Every conscious action is intended to cover up or correct a secret evil deed. Just as a person who looks down on himself is the closest person to pride. Similarly, in Choi Ji-woo's heart, all revenge is a cover-up of a huge secret.

Looking back on most of his life, hatred is the only meaning of Choi Ji-woo's existence. This hatred began as a hatred of one family for another, and this hatred continues from generation to generation. Cui Zhiyou's father's education since he was a child has continued his hatred for the Dun family.

A hundred years ago, the intricate grievances and hatreds between the Cui family and the Dun family made the two families resentful and turned against each other. The Cui family used the power of the mage to cast a mysterious curse on the Dun family. In the past hundred years, the Dun family has been shrouded in the black shadow of the curse, and the original prosperity of the family and the full house of children and grandchildren have long since ceased to exist, and now they are withered and dilapidated, scattered all over the world, and the people are extinct.

When Cui Zhiyou was very young, kneeling in front of the spirit tablets of his ancestors in the ancestral hall, his father told him that the spirits of the dead of the Dun family for generations would chant incantations in the middle of the night. Everything is like a spell, the entire Dun family is about to become extinct, and it is about to disappear from this world.

From childhood to adulthood, Choi Ji-woo harbored a generational hatred for the Dun family until he met the woman......

Cui Zhiyou had to admit that the once unstoppable hatred came more from her, from the ruthless betrayal of the woman surnamed Dun to her feelings. Everyone in the world is the product of conflicting feelings of love and hate. In Cui Zhiyou's heart, there is only a thin line between love and hate, and hatred is expanding day by day in the superposition of damage. He used to think that he would be happy if he took revenge for the harm he had suffered.

The hand of fate turned the clouds and rain, unpredictable, and ruthlessly destroyed Cui Zhiyou completely. Cui Zhiyou, who has difficulty moving, his son who is lying on the hospital bed like a vegetative person, and his sister who has been missing inexplicably for more than 20 years, suddenly feels hopeless and powerless. Choi Ji-woo once firmly believed that everything in the world was under his control. Looking back on all this, his life is like a wave driven by a headwind, wavering, unable to predict future outcomes and fate. The hatred that was once full of hatred has long since collapsed and lost its power. Hatred made him soberly aware of his inferiority and fear.....

A crisp and rhythmic knock on the door interrupted Choi Ji-woo's thoughts. He returned to reality from the painful memories, calmed down, got used to tidying up his clothes, and said, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and Park Jung-won walked in, saying with a heavy face, "Mr. Cui, Qi Luoling is here." ”

"Oh?" Cui Zhiyou was a little surprised, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed across his face. Cui Zhiyou didn't expect Qi Luoling to come to South Korea so soon and find here.

The secret that has been sealed for a long time is like fate, and at some point it will always be revealed, and everything will eventually see the light of day, and no one can hide it. The arrival of Qi Luoling may be a sign of fate.

"Where is she now?" Choi Ji-woo returned to normalcy and asked calmly.

"She's in the lobby reception." Park Jung-won replied.

Cui Zhiyou took a deep breath and said, "You brought her to my office." “

Park Jung-won nodded and left the office.

After Park Jung-won left, Choi Ji-woo suddenly felt weak and leaned back on the chair. Although he knew that this day would come eventually, at this time he still had an indescribable complex feeling in his heart, mixed tastes, and no one in his heart.

Time cannot be turned back, to the beginning and to the end. Perhaps, there is no beginning and no end.