The wall he created from the woe he has gone through is trembling by the river of sensuality. Kwee’s heart beats fast again when the tenderness from “that man” consoles him, as if the stream flows through the drought land. But the former wound is still the ghost from the past, preventing him from facing this feeling. Which man will eventually free him from the fear and makes him dare to face something so-called “love” again? It must be only Kwee who knows the answer.

“Will you be responsible for it?”
“Yes.”
“Will you do that for a long time? For how long?”
“As long as you want me to.”