When they first met, she was a little girl like a sprite, with no prestigious family background or great ambitions. She was unassuming and genuine, as lovely as something out of a fairy tale.
He was an illegitimate son sent overseas at the age of thirteen, living in a vast cage where he felt like an outsider. His late mother and his half-brother were once his greatest support.
Gentle by nature but lacking the courage to act, he fell for her, an ordinary girl who worked hard at life. Could love really come about so naturally? Why, then, did they later face each other like strangers, without even the chance to brush past one another? Could it all really have been a lie?
But if they could choose, could true love really mean being together simply and purely, just as they imagined?
