Poisonous tongue, arrogant attack × gentleness and sensitivity
Nine years of companionship. Just like two pieces of audio with wrong frequency, they seem to be in sync, but in fact they never really resonate. Every frame of those shared memories has two contradictory versions.
One carves love on the inner wall of the ring, as silent as the deep sea. One performs happiness in front of the camera, passionate but fragile. One doesn't know how to love, and the other doesn't dare to love.
If even the beginning of their love is misplaced, then what is left between them?
Concept: When marriage is dismantled by data, we can clearly see each other's heartbeats that have been misplaced for nine years in the ruins of memory.