He is the president, a president who doesn't know how to love. He has the most right to love his lover, but he cannot understand why there is love.
She is a little woman, a little woman who dares to love and be cruel. Simple, confused, but alone in the face of love never give in.
A man who doesn't know how to love, and a woman who hides love in her heart, what will happen between them?
He escaped his mother's forced marriage and embarked on the road of fake acting.
She escaped the torture of her boyfriend who abandoned her and embarked on the road of fake acting.
His encounter with her was so simple and transparent, so pure and destined.
Who will they get entangled with, who is chasing whom, and will there be love between them?
Love, what is it? A simple meal, still vigorous, or just a confession.
Dear, don't barge in. This seems a bit cruel. Maybe the president is a psycho.
Oops, I'm scared too. It's written as a mental illness, and it's okay.