Sylvia, fifteen years old, the most restless daughter in the northern castle.
She decided to travel. One person. There is no destination. She thought that the farther she went, the farther away she would be from her father who would never grow old or die and could give her everything. But she soon discovered that no matter which city, street or sea she went to, as long as she softly called "Father" in her heart, that person would appear.
Sometimes apples are sold on the roadside. Sometimes I repair my shoes downstairs in the hotel. Sometimes I am surrounded by a group of women and cannot move. Sometimes she would just sit quietly next to her at night when she wanted to cry the most and ask: "Are you hungry?"
She said, "I don't need you."
But she never really let go of his hand.
This is a light travel novel that is relaxing, warm, a little arrogant and silly. About a girl who always has a way out, and her father who never lets anyone really fall.
Concept: A girl who is loved too well slowly understands during the journey that freedom is not about having no one behind her, but about having the courage to move forward even though there are people behind her.