"The perfect Grand Duchess, Laila." Praised by everyone, even the weather seems to walk on eggshells around her, Laila has a secret. Her perfect days are the result of turning back time dozens of times to fix her mistakes. "That is because Lady Laila is beloved by the gods!" 'What is there to love about someone like me...' To Laila, who practically exploits her ability for personal gain, "divine love" is just an uncomfortable compliment, like a thorn stuck in her finger. Meanwhile, suspicious of her flawless demeanor—devoid of even a common slip of the tongue—the Emperor orders Ervan, his loyal dog and a war hero, into a political marriage with her. "Viscount. Imagine what would happen if the supernatural power that makes the Grand Duchess so perfect were used for me." A husband assigned as the Emperor's watcher. It was a marriage she never wanted, but Ervan offers unexpected words. "I intend to protect you from the Emperor." Finally, the day of the wedding arrives. For the sake of a perfect wedding, Laila habitually turns back time to revise the day. 'You wouldn't even dream that we've already walked down the aisle four times.' However, amidst the repeated regressions, Ervan's gaze begins to change. "Laila, is there something you're hiding from me?" And before she knows it, they face their sixth wedding. Looking at the bouquet in the exhausted Laila's arms, Ervan steps forward and reaches out his hand. "It's much more beautiful than last time." Having remembered the lost time, he whispers lowly in her ear. "Let's go greet tomorrow."