It was not love itself, but solely a small and transparent bottle with a beautiful 'love' inscription engraved on it - in a lovely calligraphy wit.more topics Love was there only to encompass all the hatred, to imprison it. but it was the mere beginning, the catalyst. Actually, let me state this better: there was love at first. I approached this book expecting to read about a beautiful and tragic love story: instead, I came across an intensive hate story, a revenge tale - but love was nowhere to be found.