The love stories that are being recited in the world are, at best, joys and sorrows of separation and separation.
People praise the coveted first love, the campus love that is defeated by the ruthless reality, the marriage that is interfered with by a third party, and the inspirational life of finally finding the ideal partner in a desperate situation.
Who cares about the protagonists in these stories? When everything is settled and they live a happy life, what is the state of mind of their significant other when they face their lover's past stories that have made countless people cry?
And I am the "other half" here.