She originally thought that he was the March wind in early spring, which did not blow cold on her face, but was very gentle.
Later she discovered that he was awakened by a thunderbolt when a sudden thunderstorm soaked her with rainwater.
When she finally held his hand, she realized that he was the autumn rain, bit by bit, and murmuring.
The good-for-nothing heroine who was born with a red thread embraces the master's routine and is a bloody love literature.
She has no label and no characteristics, but fortunately she has never lived as a persona. She has been growing and she is learning how to love.