The moment they met, each of them should have seen each other's mask.
But he threw himself into it regardless, leaving all his doubts behind.
After all, when two people get along, they need to be happy or understand each other.
The so-called true love, is it a calm and calm relationship, or is it so vigorous that it hurts each other?
When the truth emerges little by little, it turns out that both of them have a bad side. Peeling away the scars layer by layer, whether to lick the wounds for the other party or to stab the opponent with a bloody knife.
I don't know, I really don't know.