Synopsis

Her eyes gazed distantly, lost in thought, as the heavy rain lashed against her pale face. She laughed, a bitter laugh at her own foolishness for loving someone who would never love her back. Tears mingled with the rain as she softly spoke, her voice laced with pain: "I... I don't love you anymore..." Then she walked away, her destination unknown to anyone. Mai Tue Linh, a young woman who wore the authoritative mask of a refined young lady, yet harbored a deeply wounded soul beneath. Hoang Hai Lang, like a calm, ripple-less sea, was cold and distant. And Tran Tuong Vy, like a beautiful, warm rose. Three people, three pieces of destiny inextricably linked, one pursuing another, yet never reaching their destination. They were like parallel lines, never meeting, or perhaps two lines that intersected once only to forever diverge.