Is love a glass of fine wine or a glass of poisonous wine?
It can turn people into angels, madmen, or even demons.
The women in the book are all persistently pursuing their love, but fate is playing tricks on them. Happiness is far away and cannot be seen, but the scars all over the body are in real pain.
Is it that women are too hysterical, or that men are too emotionally weak.
What makes these men and women in love entangled and unable to break away.
When walking on the edge of collapse, should we find an antidote for healing or perish together...