The past is like an invisible hand that keeps trying to grab me as I run forward. It probably hates me for forgetting about it, so it just wants to keep chasing me after I was finally pulled up and landed. It always reminds me that I must fall into the abyss and swamp with it.
The cold and alienated heroine who is not the Holy Mother × the passionate and sunny male protagonist
Concept: Sometimes life always punches us hard. We can do our best to greet each punch with a smile before giving it a double blow.