Kylan was Yuris’ light, her childhood. She loved him so much that she couldn’t imagine a future without him. That’s why the fact that he was suddenly pushing her away was so hard to bear. “I’m getting married at the end of the month, so don’t look for me anymore. I’m asking you for the last time.” There was no emotion in his dry voice. There was no hatred, just a calm voice delivering a boring piece of news. *** Heartbroken, Yuris could not love his arranged marriage to Chaint. But he loved his wife like a steadfast old tree. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how many times she called her childhood lover’s name in her nightmares, no matter how many times he whispered that he loved her. That was until the sudden war took everything away. Her husband came back dead, her parents were gone, and her beloved country was reduced to ashes. And Yuris died with a deep regret. That’s what she thought when she opened her eyes. On a peaceful spring day eight years ago. “Yuris, are you still asleep?” Kylan had been sweet, but it didn’t matter now. ‘I don’t know why I’m back in the past, but I’m going to stop the war.’ And……. ‘My husband, Chaint, is alive.’