She loved him unforgettable. But she has a family feud and the family's expectations. She can't be his peaceful and gentle pillow. She has to go to the bloody storm. Either a step earlier or a step later, she met him, felt his warmth, and became deeply infatuated and nostalgic. Other men are just a passing glance, unable to enter the heart. He understood her, he held her in his arms when she cried, but remained silent when she left. She hated him, hated him for being unresponsive and weak in affection. She often hated him in the flickering candlelight, but she also missed him very much. And she didn't know how many nights there would be a tall man standing and staring at a window frame with soft candlelight, until the person in the house put out the candle and fell asleep...