He was the proud son of heaven and the darling of the goddess of luck; but she was abandoned in a corner forgotten by everyone. He was willing to give up everything just to pick up her, a discarded rag doll; she was infinitely grateful but didn't know how to repay her. He is like the warm sunshine; she is like the bright moonlight. The gears of fate have stopped again; at this crossroads of fate, will he and she have a common direction? "Whether you remember it or forget it, the light shines on each other during this interaction..."