She is gentle and gracious, like a fragrant rose that leaves people intoxicated.
He is quiet and cold, like a brave hunter watching the path ahead.
They never say they love each other. Under the same roof, they are familiar strangers. In their five years of marriage, are they bound together by threads of love, or by self-interest?
At the crossroads of their five-year marriage, where will they go from here? Will they move forward hand in hand, or part ways for good?
