A mine isn't just a place where gemstones are buried. It's where wounds are buried too. Wounds from family. From betrayal. From ambition. Anda keeps them hidden behind his cold, stoic facade. Lookkaew lost everything in a single night- Her name, her memories, even the control over her own life. But when they met... It wasn't memory that healed Lookkaew. It wasn't revenge that made Anda strong again. It was love. The kind that comes quietly. That grows silently. The kind that turns a minefield into a home. Even as the world tries to tear them apart, again and again.

Dẫu biết hút thuốc không tốt cho sức khỏe. Thế nhưng khói thuốc sẽ làm tôi quên được hình bóng của người con gái tôi thương.