She is forty-seven years old, her husband has suffered a stroke and is bedridden, and her daughter is not yet an adult. The entire weight of life rests on her shoulders alone.
He is eight years younger than her, has a decent job, a gentle wife, and a well-behaved daughter. They are people from two different worlds and should not have any intersection.
Until he said "I feel sorry for you" - these four words were like a dull knife, cutting through all the armor she had worn over the years.
There is no right or wrong in what happened next, only cause and effect. He is trapped in commitment and she is trapped in responsibility. The two figures were walking in the dark, supporting each other but not daring to light a lamp. Not all encounters have a way back, and not all deep feelings can be spread out in the sun.
This is a story about the dilemma of middle age, but also a story about hidden emotions. It describes the tossing between responsibilities and desires of adults, as well as the unspeakable but real tenderness and pain.
Some rivers are destined to flow only in the dark. Some flowers bloom and are destined to be fragrant alone.
There are no bad guys in the story, only people who can't help themselves.
