The original intention of writing this story was just to describe a gentle and endless secret love hidden in daily life - like the evening breeze blowing through the treetops, like a cat nuzzling the palm of my hand, the heartbeat comes quietly, and eventually grows up peacefully.
Intention: When people from different worlds meet, the tug of heartbeat and sense of propriety finally makes us understand that if we like something, we can just stop accompanying it.