It's been a few years since I remarried, and I've been feeling cramped ever since the guy I still don't remember calling 'father' showed up at home. Every time I saw my father-in-law pushing everything to my mother and going crazy at work, I dreamed of happy days with my mother, who was independent and loved so much. Then, at the end of spring, when graduation was approaching, my father went on a business trip with seven days left. And in the past week, I wanted to have a close relationship with my mother and a relationship that was hard to separate, so I decided to take a step forward in forbidden action.