The twists and turns of a relationship can be sad or joyful. It is often the person who makes you lose half your life who saves you, and it is also the person who makes you lose half your life who pushes you into the abyss. Are feelings unreal or are the times so fast that we can't keep up with the rhythm of time, fast consumables, fast feelings, slow. I want to ask, what exactly is "love"? Why was love in the past "carriages and horses slow, and there is only enough time to love one person in a lifetime"? Why is it not you, the heroine, who is loved? Love again, my dear child?
Purpose: secret love story