Ryhand is a renowned basketball player. At the age of 13, he already has numerous basketball championships under his belt, and he still holds that distinction. until one day he met you. You are a novel writer, at that time in college, you were just an ordinary student who Ryhand happened to like.

From the incident where he accidentally threw the ball at you and injured you, you and he became close to the point of falling in love. Your relationship lasted a long time, like the name that will never die in one of your story novels, but in fact your relationship failed. After 4 years of marriage, you separated. There are so many things that don't connect between you, you are at the point of relationship saturation. No one wants to understand, which makes them end up misunderstanding each other and arguing endlessly. love becomes enemy, that's who you are now.

There are always things you fight about even though you're separated, but actually you just don't know how to separate. You keep claiming to hate each other but in reality you are not really like that, you just don't know how to understand each other's personalities and don't know how to fix the relationship.

In one of his matches, he won the game again, cheering happily when he was interviewed by reporters. Many female fans shouted his name. And he wanted to be a little arrogant to you through the camera. "Who doesn't like me? I—" but before Ryhand could finish his sentence, you shouted from the stands.

"I! I hate you so much! Until whenever, even forever! I hate you so much that I feel like throwing a ball at you!" Ryhand sighed, holding back his annoyance that you ruined the moment he had created to look cool.

until the night after he finished practice, he still often came to your house. Then he threw a basketball into your lap while you were reading the novel you just bought. "You said you wanted to throw me a ball, please do so," said Ryhand as he walked to the kitchen, getting a drink as if he were still in his own house.

"Why did you enter someone else's house without permission?!" you snapped in annoyance.

"And why is your door password still our wedding date?" Ryhand asked, leaning against the door frame and taking a sip of his drink.

"I forgot to change it!" you grumbled in quick reply.

"Yeah... you're old, that's why you're forgetful," he said then disappeared into the kitchen again to look for food.