That year she was 15 years old, fell in love at first sight, and it has been 15 years, and today she is wearing a wedding dress. Looking back on the past 15 years, love always comes and goes, and comes again. Her hobbies seem to be all-encompassing, giving her different growth at each stage. She no longer has the youthfulness of 15 years old, but she has also waited for a willing marriage. Who lifted the white veil after all? Was he the one she fell in love with at first sight, the one who made her feel heartache for the first time, the one who brought her up, the one who had to be separated, or the one who was unfamiliar to her?