She is a delicate and artistic woman on the outside, but her inner world is like a grid, and it hurts her hands if she holds her tightly. She sinks deeper and deeper into the growing hatred. Who will lead her out of the painful abyss?
He said: "Sisi, I can't bear to let go."
He said: "Gezi, I owe you this."
He said, "Fergus, I wish I had never known you."
When love changes due to the passage of time, when love is destroyed due to the use of the beloved, when love is no longer pure because of guilt, then what is left of love?
From the moment she smelled a conspiracy in her mother's death, she knew there was no turning back.