one day in midsummer, i returned to the countryside from tokyo. i wanted to see the "old man" i had always liked since i was a child. the person who gently watched over me, who was from a single-parent family. i couldn't stand it when i heard a rumor that his wife had passed away. the days i spent with him under the pretext of helping out were filled with nostalgia and a faint excitement. but i didn't just want to be by his side. i wanted to be the old man's special woman. the old man's wife, which was my childhood dream.