Through the mist of the morning, a complex relationship has fuelled a peaceful life.

In the morning, the female supervisor pushed the door of the office and saw the cold young man's staff bowing down, and as she approached, he looked up and looked straight at her lips, and the air came down, and she stretched his hand to the point of the right tie and didn't touch his skin, and two people were close enough to hear each other breathe, and his throat was slightly rolling, but she didn't move back, and she took her hand back and she didn't leave immediately, and the light came out of the window, and the room was like an invisible electric current filled, and the two people turned apart from each other on the outside of the door, and it looked like they were pushed back to the original line, and it was like a complicated relationship in the morning through the fog.