She used innocence as a mask and wanted to live an ordinary life, but she was burdened with deep hatred. She finally grew up step by step, took off her disguise, and lived freely; he grew up with her and never left her; he gave up his ideals for her and only wanted her to live a wonderful life; he thought he had already reached the stage where he was playing among the flowers and never touched his clothes, but because she was deeply trapped in the emotional whirlpool, he was unable to extricate himself. . . He, he, him, who can finally accompany her to the end, who can have her long longing. . .