Ten years ago I fell in love. I forgot that I was a true bride, forgot about the debt to the clan and almost ran away with a young man who did not even know who I was. And I got a cruel lesson. I will never love anyone again. I will use men as they used me. I will spend the night with one of them to find my strength and leave him with no regrets. A stranger at the bar immediately caught my eye. But on the same night there was a riot and the men seized power. True brides are grabbed in the streets, and my clan is trampled. The stranger offers to leave with him, but is it worth it? And why does he look at me so strangely, as if I remind him of someone?