A girl met her first love in her splendid youth. It was an ignorant, sweet and overwhelming love. Gradually, this lovebird called first love deviated from its original course and headed for an unknown and uncontrollable alley. The road to the future was foggy, and she couldn't see the way forward clearly, let alone look back. Where should she go?
Such a man is not handsome, he is not dashing, and he is not like a tree in the wind, but he is honest, honest and gentle, giving her warmth and consideration when she is at her coldest.
Can they hold hands and walk towards tomorrow, towards that maybe bright future?