Precipitating in the Fog

I thought I was just an ugly duckling low in the dust A good student who doesn't like to dress up, has an average figure, and always sits in the first row in class. Unexpectedly, I met him by chance in college. The scale of fate begins to tilt The world in the fog, the entanglement of love and hate, like a dream I never expected that I could gradually transform into a delicate red rose.