In this life, he never thought that his heart would be moved again; he would actually go crazy in front of a little girl with an average appearance and a thin body. And she never expected that on a rainy day during the rush hour, she would inexplicably get into a strange man's car, and even be robbed of her first kiss in a confused state. How could such a good man fall in love with her? Once you are moved, is it really impossible to extricate yourself? When love and hate are intertwined, how to choose?