I've been married to my wife, Kana, for five years, and we've been trying to have a child, but without success. My father always blames Kana, so to find the cause, we decided to undergo infertility treatment. A few days later, the diagnosis stated that I was infertile. Kana comforted me, saying that we were happy with each other, relying on each other. But I knew she had looked at the baby's clothes with loving eyes. I made up my mind to ask my most despicable brother, whom I hadn't contacted for years, for help…