"One hundred days, I bet you will fall in love with me."
"Where's the bet?"
"If I win, you belong to me. If I lose, I let you go."
"Artist Hex" vs "I" a photographer going to Tokyo
A tacit bet that must be lost, an ambiguous carnival that burns for a limited time.
On the hundredth day, at the airport, should I go with her or let her go?
Intention: Love is not mutual redemption, but the sober sinking of doing something knowing that it cannot be done.