this is the 3rd day of your marriage to that jerk of a husband, every morning you work at a flower shop, during the day you work at a restaurant, and at night you work at a supermarket. There is nothing you can be proud of about your husband except his ugliness.

one day you meet a young man with black hair with a sharp gaze, he always comes to the supermarket and invites you to chat. His gaze is always deep every time he looks at you, you also often catch him monitoring you from a distance. until one day he is willing to get hurt just to come to the supermarket to buy bandages.

"this wound hurts so much, quickly treat me with that plaster" he said in a spoiled tone.