She lived the simplest and most ordinary life, thinking that she would continue like this, just like all girls of the same age, loving and being loved, then going to college, graduating, getting married and having children, and then growing old slowly with that ordinary man. But fate never gave her the chance to live a stable life. That year, she saw the truth that had been hidden. A crack was torn open in her life, and her happiness turned into a moldy apple. It looked attractive, but it had begun to rot from the core and was unstoppable.
Fighting back is an instinct, but she chose to die together. She didn't know if she hurt others, but in the end, she inevitably hurt herself.
And is everything her fault, or the fault of the most irreplaceable man in her life?
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