Four wedding rings barely glint on the palm of No Inji's hand. She is a "temporary wife" in an elite agency where marriage is a spectacle: impeccable ceremonies, nightly hugs without passion, cozy dinners without warmth. New Marriage doesn't like people asking questions. However, for them it is an extra baggage that they try not to take on board. There is no place for feelings here. Inji knows this like no one else. But something changes when one of her former "husbands" reappears before her eyes. The cold streets of Seoul, empty apartments, strange beds — somewhere among them there must be a real No Inji. If, of course, it can still be found.