A warm shower is showering Jasmine with drips full of freshness. Jasmine is wondering about her fate under the torrential rain from the jet shower. Occasionally she looks up so that the water touches her face, erasing the dishonesty on her beautiful face. The fake face, the thorny jasmine, wishing to be a rose that has sharp thorns that keep it safe from attack. But no matter how hard she is persistent to be a rose, no matter how strong she forms her character to be wonderful, she is still a jasmine flower.
The bad memories about four years ago flash back in her mind. Rosie's languid face with her acute depression for half a year, which was in contrast to the bright face of El Richo who was happy and proud to be appointed as regional head. E Richo won the election, and now he is the mayor of the city.
How ironic isn't it? In fact, both of them are Jasmine's parents, and their blood is running through her veins.