When she was eighteen years old, she hated his doting gaze. How could a boy who was one year younger than herself, who could not even support herself, bring her happiness and pamper her for the rest of her life? When she was twenty-eight years old, what she could not forget the most was his doting look. It turned out that no one allowed herself not to grow up and allowed herself to be with him for the rest of her life like him. When she was innocent and childish, he fell in love with her mischievous smile. It was so simple and without any scheming, and it warmed his heart that was cold because of too much experience. When he was twenty-eight, he felt sorry for her that she had taken too many detours. Although she still had that bright smile, it was slightly bitter. When he finally had the ability to stop letting her suffer, he found that it was already too late.