I've been married to my wife, Kanna, for five years, and we've been trying to conceive together, but we haven't been blessed with a child. My father at home has always blamed Kanna, so we decided to undergo fertility treatment tests to find out the cause. A few days later, the medical certificate arrived, stating that I was physically unable to have children. As I hung my head, Kanna assured me that our life together was a happy one. But I knew that she had been gazing lovingly at the children's clothes. I made up my mind and decided to turn to my awful brother, who I hadn't contacted in years...