I lost my wife when my daughter was in middle school. Since then, I've tried to raise her on my own, giving her all the love and care a mother and father would. Now she's grown up and working as an adult, but she has a bad habit of drinking too much and often comes home drunk. Every time I take care of her, I see her helplessly undress, toss her clothes aside, and fall asleep. Gradually, I began noticing how much she resembles my late wife, and couldn't help but be drawn to her womanly charm. In the end, I crossed the line.