A girl meets her first love in the radiant bloom of youth. It is an innocent, sweet, all-consuming love. Gradually, this love, like a bird, strays from its original course and flies down an unknown, uncontrollable path. The road ahead is shrouded in mist. She cannot see where it leads, nor can she turn back. What should she do?
He is neither handsome nor dashing, and he is certainly no paragon of elegance. But he is kindhearted, honest, and gentle. When she is at her coldest, he gives her warmth and care.
Can they walk hand in hand into tomorrow, toward a future that may yet be bright?
