This is how my life of forced marriage began. There was neither thunder nor wind, nor pouring rain. In short, there was no external environment that could heighten the miserable atmosphere inside me. On the contrary, the sun is shining brightly, the spring breeze is warm, and it is the flowering period of early cherry blossoms. The delicate petals are floating all over the ground, and the willow trees are beginning to turn green again. In this city where spring and autumn are short, the hot summer will soon come. And my mother's enthusiasm for forced marriage may be rising like the temperature.