Four years ago, she handed him a pack of tissues and he remembered those eyes. Four years later, his daughter called her mom and they signed an agreement. One is a person who cannot believe that he can be loved. One is someone who doesn't know how to love. It's not a long-planned secret love, it's not a destined reunion. It's just that fate gave them a chance to go from strangers to familiarity, from agreement to sincerity. Then walk slowly, get closer slowly, and slowly discover - it turns out that you can also be my harbor.
