There is no way to tell what is right and what is wrong in love. Although I made the wrong choice at the wrong time, in the wrong occasion, in the wrong relationship, I met the right person. This kind of love is destined to be misunderstood and hurt again and again. However, in this struggle, there seemed to be subtle changes, from hurting each other and leaving each other covered with bruises, to licking each other's wounds like kittens. Love grew quietly and became more and more intense. This raging love seemed to sweep over these two paranoid people. But this is a love that is full of mistakes and unblessed from the beginning. Do two people who realize it late are still qualified to... Be happy?