In their youthful and arrogant youth, he and she met on a sunny afternoon. The moment their eyes met, it was like they were in love with each other at first sight. Just like that, she looked forward to seeing him every day, and he didn't. Every chance encounter made the girl overjoyed, and who saw the trace of throbbing in the boy's eyes? Gradually, three years later, when the girl wanted to give up everything to express her love, but...
Four years later, she came back, returned to the place where he once lived, and continued to search for whether he would like to watch from the side as always, but was unwilling to say anything to save him. Is he willing to wait or is he accustomed to waiting?