‎ Seo Ha-Eun falls into a drainage ditch on the night of the Hanmaeum Festival, the masked young man who pulls her out gives her only his first name. ‎ ‎ For seven days, this masked stranger came back to her well every morning to pay her a visit. ‎ He removed his mask only when they were alone. ‎ He looked at her like she was the only real thing in a world full of performances. The only one who treated him like a human being instead of a headline. ‎ Then he was gone. ‎ Just the memory of dark eyes above a mask and a phone contact folded inside a book of poetry, was all Ha-Eun had. ‎ Ha-Eun leaves her mountain village for Seoul, chasing a future that turns out to be a lie. The city gives her a vending cart, a white room with a buzzing light, and the specific loneliness of being invisible among ten million people. ‎ Then one day, a convoy of black cars stops in the middle of a crowded city street. ‎ The window rolls down. ‎ And he is looking straight at her. ‎ The young man from the well, LIM JI-HOO, Heir to the most powerful dynasty in South Korea. ‎ The most sought after young man in the country. ‎ A man whose name alone opens every door. A man whose presence alone changes the atmosphere of any room he enters. ‎ What begins as the most beautiful love story becomes the most dangerous secret either of them has ever carried. ‎ What begins as a fragile connection soon becomes something far more dangerous. ‎ Because buried beneath the mountain is a truth that has been kept for twenty-two years. ‎ A truth about two people who were never supposed to find each other. ‎ Secrets guarded for decades. ‎ Secrets powerful enough to destroy everything they touch… or bind two lives together in a way neither of them ever imagined. ‎ ‎