So I was still wide awake after 15 minutes, as I find the plot interesting... a father with psychological deficiency who just wanted to give her daughter the best sailor moon bag but apparently wasn't able to buy it because someone got the last stock. That someone, a baby girl, saw him the other day to help him get the same bag but accidentally slipped, bumped her head, hit by a brick and died on the spot, and the dad, having only pure intentions performed CPR but was wrongly accused of raping and killing the child which happened to be a daughter of high government official.
All the fun and the drama went on around the murder case, trying to prove his innocence and along the way the father gained new friends unexpectedly due to his innocent and loving nature.
I'm not sure if it was estrogen (as I think I will be having more since I will be more outnumbered by October, see my previous blog) or my deep association with having a daughter that made me shed buckets of tears during the climax scene but I'm not going to tell it here so as not to spoil your interest on watching the film. But here's some thoughts and insights I gained from the movie:
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