As humble as she was, she met him. He was the kind of boy she hated the most. He came from a wealthy family and occasionally pretended to be literary and fresh, but he stubbornly stayed by her side as a friend for four years. It was a secret love without an outlet, a monsoon that started in her heart at some point. From then on, his happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy depended on her just like the changes in the weather.