When she was sixteen, she was raped by her stepmother's son, her nominal brother. Is this youthful ignorance, or is it because of deep love? She lost her virginity, and her joy was like morning dew, disappearing in the morning... They met again many years later, and she was already living with another man...
Family love that is thicker than water, cold and beautiful love, and helpless kindness, where should she go?
Is their relationship love? Why should love be accompanied by despair and always a touch of sadness? Only in dreams can we pursue the light...