How old was Aru then? At most fourteen. Her mind was filled with indifference. She would wander along the moss-covered edges of the rooftop, her anklets softly ringing with each step. She roamed around the house, garden, and fields. Her doe-like, enchanting eyes would blink innocently as she gazed unnoticed. A smile would play on her delicate lips, revealing pearly white teeth. Her face gleamed with joy, and her waist-long black hair was tied into two neat braids.

What did that doll-like girl understand back then? Absolutely nothing. The playful, naïve child unknowingly gave away her heart. And the man who unknowingly captured it was ten years older than her—a whole generation apart. By the time she realized this, he had already taken up a permanent residence in her young heart. She had no way of driving him out, so she began to guard her secret love with utmost care.

Would the object of her affection ever understand Aru's youthful longing? Would he ever realize how selfishly he had taken her heart? Would he ever come to know how deeply this young lover yearned for him?