A well-behaved woman decided to divorce her husband because she needed to breathe.
There are many times when I have no choice but to accept, and my heart is like a lake, with ripples tightly pressed by floating apples. Gradually, in my eyes, the world becomes dull. But suddenly one day, the floating apple that created the ripples disappeared, and the waterfall poured.
Concept: In this tired era, how much place does our love have?