I, Cole, have been retired and living alone for many years. My children and grandchildren are filial, and my life is peaceful and content. That is, until my virtuous young girlfriend fell into my arms on a rainy day, like a beam of light curing the loneliness of my later years. I once deeply believed in this late-coming fate. Ignoring my son's opposition, I handed over my life savings. But she is so young, does she really love me?