What is love? What is marriage?
Is it so difficult for two people who love each other to hurt each other together, see each other bleeding but still not let go, and then go to heal their wounds alone, waiting for the next time to tear them apart?
When you love someone, do you think he is her world? Does loving someone mean that you want to have them all to yourself?
This is Han Rui's doubts about her parents' marriage and love, and she vowed never to become like her mother.
But who knew that Han Rui's love started so earth-shatteringly and ended so painfully?