Before she was sixteen, she had never believed in heartbeat.
In the isolated village, she was the girl who wore a white school uniform and walked on the muddy mountain road to go to school. Her poor family background made her learn silence and forbearance prematurely, and also made her stubbornly believe that the love in those girl comics is just a fairy tale for city children. If you don't have expectations, you won't be disappointed. She lived her life like a weed, growing stubbornly in a corner where no one cared.
And he was born in the clouds.
The only successor to the family business, a noble young man raised in fine clothes and fine food, even his smile has an innate calmness. They are two parallel lines that never intersect. One is looking up at the foot of the mountain, and the other is looking down at the top of the mountain, separated by the entire distance of the world.
Until that unexpected encounter.
In the midsummer when the cicadas were chirping, the umbrella handed over by the boy became the only light in her gloomy youth. But Cinderella's clock always strikes midnight, and before she has time to learn to be brave, her fate has turned in a hurry. He disappeared into the sea of people, and she retreated into the mountains, buried in ten years of time together with the unspoken words of love.
Concept: "Love is a hand that wants to touch but then takes it back."