First love. The most beautiful thing in the world. Pure, innocent, selfless. It probably won’t last long. It probably won’t bring happiness—and it won’t end in a wedding. Such love remains in memory as a bright recollection, an unreachable ideal, a fairy tale. Meanwhile, reality is a dreary marriage to an unloved person—lonely, childless life and resentment, which seemed to settle in the heart forever. And ahead lies a long journey—from love to hatred, from hatred to forgiveness, from forgiveness back to love.