They grew up together, but they didn't have the closeness of childhood sweethearts. To outsiders, their marriage seems to be a natural fit, a match made in heaven, but they insist on it with their own pride. Even if the heart has been opened for one person, the pride and stubbornness of each other do not allow themselves to become losers in this love war, but who wins in the end? Or have they all lost?
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