Blurb:
No one knows what she gave up on her twentieth birthday. Her tears flowed uncontrollably, as if they could wash away every trace of the love she had once felt. She said, "Cry. Cry as much as you want. Once you've cried, you can stop loving him. At least from today onward, you have to slowly learn how not to love him: the dazzling man who has been by your side for ten years."
Loving her seemed to have become a habit. He loved indulging her every wish and watching her smile foolishly at him. It felt as if he wouldn't even be himself if he didn't love her. But because he couldn't bear to lose her, he couldn't ask for more. He told himself that this was enough. Yet somehow, it seemed he had still lost her. If he had lost her, could he still be himself?
No matter what, though, this is a simple story filled with love…
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