A car accident shattered her teeth and her last sense of shame.
She has four homes, but none of them can go back.
After grandma left, the last person in the world who loved her also disappeared.
She thought she would just be deserted - like the rice fields in her hometown, not because the season was over, but because the time was up.
Until she noticed the silent boy in the last row.
He spoke rarely, but never in excess. On rainy days, she would give her half of her umbrella, and she would silently give up her seat in crowded cafeterias.
She collected every word he said and remembered the smell of laundry detergent on his sweatshirt.
But so what?
Secret love is a personal matter. She doesn't even look good when she smiles, so why should she get close to her?
What's more, he will leave sooner or later.
This is a story about native family, silent secret love and doomed desolation.
Concept: A girl whose self-esteem was crushed by her original family cast the last faint light in her life to an equally broken but gentle boy - but the light never arrived, and her secret love was barren in her heart like a rice field.