Love and hate are really entangled things. Maeda's wavering relationship between the two men, the wooden but affectionate Takahashi and the gentle and firm Oshima, drags many people around him and even some distant people into this story.
Takahashi would say: You will be my woman for the rest of your life.
Oshima would say: I can lay down half of Takahashi's kingdom for you.
Perhaps to them, no matter how beautiful the country is, it cannot be compared to Maeda's smile.
Stretch out a bit, sit down and read briefly.
I wish I could understand the protagonist's state of mind, even if they rain and clear.