She is optimistic and cheerful, likes fantasy, and always hopes that a rich and handsome man will fall in love with her.
He is cold and distant, does not know his age, and scorns everything about little girls.
When they met, and along the way, everything they had in the beginning gradually faded away.
When she no longer relies on fantasy, when he no longer stubbornly indifferent, how much unspeakable pain remains in the gap between the two?