The days of Nakade Rinkin, which will not end forever. Fujikana

Three years after moving to this city, one day when my husband and son lived a mediocre but happy life, all of a sudden on the way home from shopping... A stranger boy confessed his love. I thought it was cool, so I turned down it carefully, but apparently the other person was my son's friend. A friend who misunderstood us as being laughed at by our parents and children relentlessly attacked us with bad friends. No matter how many times you apologize, you will not be forgiven and every day from that day...every day...the unfinished days of the wreath begin.