A story happened on Saigon River. A white girl wore a thin and almost transparent dress and a man's belt, and a pair of shoes decorated with cheap jewelry dangled on her bare feet. This girl is precocious and naive, fifteen and a half years old, showing her amorous feelings for the first time. . . When she met the stiff China man, her eyes were too heavy for love. . . When she was ready to leave Vietnam and return to France, she thought that the man who was full of color in her first half of life would never appear again, but when she turned around, his old black car stopped there. He knew that in those unknown years, noisy, humid, sultry and erotic love ended not only her first half life, but also the life of the girl in white and Duras. . .