She had lived in this mist-shrouded town since she was a child, and she knew every corner of it: moss grew wildly, wall-climbing tigers spread on the walls stained by time, and the tulips in the courtyard were also in bud... She loved everything here deeply, and was deeply rooted here before he appeared. She never thought that one day she would abandon everything for him. He, who had just arrived, could not escape the red rope of fate. Family, friendship, and love all became their story when they were wiped out. This is not love at first sight in a fairy tale, but more like you grew up with me and I witnessed your high spirits... Is it a fate that is destined to miss you? Or grow old and grow old after the baptism of time?
Concept: His and her two-way growth story