For every girl in her twenties, the day she was called aunty by a brat for the first time was the day when a small sharp knife was stabbed in her heart.
For a girl in her early thirties, the day she is called aunt by a high school student who is taller than herself is simply the end of the world.
The world is full of age discrimination!
Could it be that, just because she is in her early thirties, she cannot expect a pure and beautiful romance?
But when the romance she's been waiting for comes, why does she want to back out?