Love. What is "love"? It truly is one of the hardest questions men and women alike could ever ask. It could easily be just a feeling of ual attraction, or being able to understand your loved one without the need of words. No one knew exactly how to explain "love", much less what words to use in order to explain it.

But Sandara Park knew. She knew that love was a strong feeling of comfort and deep affection coming from the heart. She knew that it was something two individuals, regardless of what gender, felt for each other. She knew that it was something to be experienced, not just felt. She knew that nothing could measure the extents of love.

But all of it - everything she knew about love - came crashing down on her when she finally confessed her feelings to HIM. But he rejected her.

Of course, Dara blamed herself. She blamed herself for not being good enough for him, and for letting him tell her off.

From that say forth she promised herself : "No more men. No more fricken' love."

And she's been faithful to her word ever since.

Now she's back. Back with a business, that is. She made it her own personal responsibility to help struggling couples break it off as peacefully as possible, like a quick, merciless ninja assassin of love. But really, she's only doing it for her own pleasure - seeing the dumpee cry, shout, throw things, grovel, and everything else in between gave her a sense of pride. Yes, she was proud that she didn't have anything to do with this, 'love'.

Then everything changes when she meets a new client and she can't help but find him interesting. But she has one Golden Rule : "No dating clients."

But will she really find him interesting enough to actually break the Golden Rule, the one she's vowed to follow from the day she experienced her first rejection? Or will he turn into the he's been hiding behind all the crappy sweet stuff? And who exactly is her sister's new beau?, and how exactly did he turn her into a matchmaker??