A bloody reality interpreted from an ordinary life, 4 ordinary girls, youth, love, deception, betrayal, domestic violence, marriage, cheating, capital... After all this, do you still believe in life? Everyone is writing about not being confused in their twenties, just thirty. Is anyone writing about the tragic and heroic age of 40? The youth they have gone through, their strength, they are not the front wave, not the back wave, they are the most beautiful 40+
Purpose: Life is miserable, and you have to live it to the end even on your knees