The door to her heart that she had never wanted to open was opened by this man who had given her the honor and favor of her whole life. . . Later, when another person appeared, I realized that pampering is not love. . . What kind of hardships do you have to go through to get the purest feelings, or do you want to wither and die like your mother? . .
Is the love that a woman experiences through life and death all she really wants?
Who is he? Who is it not? The shadow of persistence in your heart? Spring is coming, and the wind is not late but still urgent. . .