In the midsummer of that year, you, who married into my family wearing a white gauze, were twenty-five years old and in the prime of your youth. At that time, I was just a twelve-year-old girl with a withdrawn personality and was dull and silent all day long. In the early spring of this year, when you are nearly 30 years old, you are busy all day long with work and life, but your heart has unknowingly opened a small crack, but you are afraid of being sure that the other side of the crack is sunshine or an abyss. At this time, I have grown into a seventeen-year-old young girl. I am as dull and quiet as before, but there are ripples in my heart. That ripple is about a thing called love.