The plum-rain season is as cloying as the old rain that never stops falling in his heart. She held an umbrella for two years, but never saw the skies clear. After two years at his side, she once thought he was simply cold by nature. Only later did she learn that he was trapped by an obsession from high school and the shackles of his own mind, and had long since lost the courage to love again. He feared his gloom would stain her light, that his broken soul was unworthy of her purity, and, most of all, that he would hold her back. So he could only hide his surging love in silence, holding himself back and retreating even as he could not help inching closer to her.
She spent two years wiping away the scars on his heart, unaware that she had already found her way into its deepest part and become his only light. But in the end, he never dared reach out, letting the muddy waters swallow their footprints together. The cicadas were at their loudest, and her life was only just beginning. She should not be trapped in his shadow. Lin Yujin loved her to the very depths of his soul, yet in the end, they were separated by mountains and rivers, their fate impossible to defy. Years later, when they met again, the dampness of the plum-rain season still lingered. Shen Ruoyu looked at Lin Yujin and asked softly, “What about you? Did you get what you wanted?”
As her words fell, both their eyes reddened. Love and regret from the past surged up, but a thousand words ultimately became a bitter silence.
