She loves the sea, the sound of waves lapping on the shore, the salty wind and the sense of security that can swallow up everything. The deserted pier, the sea breeze and the long brown hair dancing in the wind, the smell of the sea hits your face. The woman was leaning on the railing, her brows slightly furrowed, and her delicate face looked mature beyond her age. She just looked at the sea for a long time, as if looking for fish floats floating in the waves.
So, when beautiful things collided together, she looked at her and fell into a trance. With just one glance, a premeditated encounter began to sprout.
Concept: Conflict and love are ordinary and real