She lived with her mother and brother under the roof of his house. He is a patient with unspeakable problems. She thought that she was of low status and could not love him; he thought that he was sick and ugly and could not love her. The time when we once shared the same hatred has gradually drifted apart in each other's lives. She was careful and careful every step of the way, and she put all her thought into it; he was irritable and irritable, approaching at every step without leaving any room. Those days related to youth, those people, those things, that piece of stubborn and painful warmth. Inferiority, jealousy and love, suspicion, struggle and understanding. Who will win in the end?
