I, Leah, forty-nine, love twenty-five-year-old Sherry.
He is the man I will marry soon.

The girl's nickname is Nunu (nanny), and the boy's nickname is Sherry (precious child).
Nunuin Leah is a socialite nearing her fifties, and Sherry, half a century younger than her, is a twenty-five-year-old youth.
Leah is close friends with Sherry's mother, a fellow socialite, and has known Sherry since she was a child.
One night, six years ago, Leah and Sherry are alone and kiss.
Leah doesn't realize it at first and denies it the next moment, but she feels a thrill.

Sherry, who 'confirmed what she wanted to know', is afraid of the clear mutual feelings between them and is afraid of hypocrisy.
Leah, spurred on by the hypocrisy and determined to remain true to her own newly realized desires, kisses him again.
Sherry breaks down, whining like a child.
'Nunu', the name he used to call Leah when she was young, has now become 'a word he throws at her in the midst of pleasure, as if it were a cry for help'.

But it's not a relationship that can last forever.
Leah and Sherry's mother marries Sherry to a younger woman of her own age, and the two have a casual and easy breakup.
But the two are each suffering, and like in an ancient Greek tragedy, they can do nothing but suffer together.
And then one midnight, Sherry suddenly bursts into Leah's room.

"No! It's fifteen minutes to one! Go away, we'll never meet again!"
"absoluteness?"
"absoluteness!"
Leah tried to accept it affectionately.
Left alone, she smiled proudly.
I was suffocating from suppressed desire.
She listened to Sherry's footsteps as she panted across the mansion's courtyard.
I saw him open the iron door, close it again, and walk away with light steps.
She watched the three errand girls walking arm in arm as they gave him rapt looks.
“Oh my gosh! My goodness!… It’s unreal… Should I just touch it?”
But Sherry, already tired of such praise, didn't look back.

---p.23

Sherry declared in a sleepy voice.
“There are no women! So… kiss me!”
A surprised Leah froze.
“I told you to kiss me!”
He gave the order, furrowing his brow.
At the flash of light that came from his eyes that opened at the same time as he spoke, Leah was suddenly startled as if an electric current had been turned on.
She lifted his shoulders and kissed his forehead right in front of her.
He put both arms around Leah's neck and pulled her close to him.
She shook her head, but her resistance lasted until their lips met.
Now she was completely still, holding her breath as if trying to listen to something.

---p.43

'Why can't I sleep?' A vague question arose.
'It's not because of this child's head pressing on my shoulder.
I've even supported heavier heads... The weather can't be this nice... I'll have to order some delicious porridge for breakfast tomorrow.
I feel like this kid already smells less like the sea.
Why the hell can't I sleep? Ah! That reminds me. I need to call Boxer Patron here to train this kid.
There's plenty of time, Patron on one side and I on the other side... this child... Madame Flue is going to faint...'
---p.49

Sherry suddenly appeared in the door frame.
He approached her with light, silent steps.
A shrill scream escaped her lips.
He was neither affectionate nor eloquent, but he ran to her in one go.
He was right in front of her.
She blurted out a single word.
“Are you crazy?”
He shrugged his shoulders and pretended not to understand.
He ran towards her in one stride.
He didn't ask her.
"Do you love me? Have you forgotten me already?"
He ran towards her in one stride.
A moment later, they were lying sunken into Leah's large bed, crafted from bronze.
Sherry pretended to be asleep.
To grit my teeth and close my eyes more comfortably, gripped by depression and pent-up anger.
Leaning against him, she heard his voice anyway, listening with rapture.
The subtle tremors, the echoes of fear, gratitude, and love that tremble in the distance, like a captive, denying everything with his whole body.

---p.58

“Nunu, darling! It’s you! My nunu! Ah, my nunu, your shoulder, that same smell, your necklace, I got myself back, my nunu, ah! Good….
And this faint, charred scent of hair, ah! So… so good… .”
Sherry threw her head back and uttered the foolish words as if they were her last breaths pouring from her chest.
He hugged Leah, kneeling on the floor, and offered her his hair-shadowed forehead, his trembling, tear-stained lips, and his eyes that streamed with tears of joy.
Leah completely forgot everything else but this man and focused only on him.

---p.173

'He's here,' Leah thought.
She was overcome with an unconditional sense of relief.
'He's here forever,' she cried inwardly.
Her meticulous caution, her unwavering common sense that had guided her life, her mature hesitation and resignation—all these things vanished in the face of the sudden arrogance of love.
'Here he is! He abandoned his foolish, pretty young wife, abandoned his home, and he came back to me! Who can take him away from me now? Now, now I have to plan our life…

---p.179