She and he had lived in the same compound since childhood but had never spoken a word to each other.
When she was 15 years old, she slapped him and he pushed her to the ground.
When she was 18 years old, she was forced to go to another place to study alone with her suitcase. He watched her leave at the train station and said firmly that he would wait for her to come back.
When she was 22 years old, she returned to this small town and he already had a daughter who could call her daddy.
When she was 25 years old, she told him that she was getting married. He lowered his head and cried through the thick glass.
When we were young, we loved, hated, and made mistakes crazily, but now we don't have the time to make mistakes anymore. If youth was an excuse for us to be crazy at the beginning, we have no excuse now...
This is a love story that is neither happy nor sad, not really love.