How far a dandelion seed can fly depends on the wind.
An Ning spent six years chasing Wen Hansang, from the glass workshop in junior high school to the piano classroom in high school. Her love was as humble and stubborn as a dandelion, always growing in his direction. But Wen Hansang's eyes always stayed on that girl as pure as a white rose - Lin Yuyan, the daughter of the vice principal, elegant and perfect, like a Chopin nocturne that could never be finished.
When An Ning finally plucked up the courage to send out the bouquet of sunflowers at the graduation ceremony, she didn't know...
Some love is like a dandelion, seemingly free but involuntary; some parting is like broken glass, making no sound but leaving the deepest scars.
Intention: We always lose in regret