About

The first day he saw her was a spring day in May. A night when the falling cherry blossoms scattered exceptionally thick. The moment their eyes met, their gazes became inextricably intertwined. That day, he fell in love at first sight. So much so that he couldn't even see the petals fluttering under the streetlights. * Excessive affection soon became a poison. Once he officially started dating her, every day was a swing between heaven and hell. The saying that if you love someone, you want to reach out and touch them— that saying wasn't wrong at all. Ah, it's hard to restrain myself. Since we're kissing, I might as well kiss her deeply, and while we're at it, we could just roll around in bed and wake up leisurely... But what can I do to her when she doesn't even look ready? Why does she keep coming at me so fearlessly? What? Purity before marriage? I guess I'll have to try harder to seduce her. * One day, a night that seemed no different from any other. Like a lie, you were the one who stepped into death's door first. He was at a point of resentment toward her, who taught him firsthand that goodbyes come without warning. We've barely been married... How could you do this to me? He decided to hug her for even one more day, smell her scent, and kiss her. Because there are no warnings for goodbyes. There's no time to waste.