On his twenty-eighth birthday, Xiang Yang burned his seventh unfinished design manuscript.
Seven years is enough for one person to completely forget another person, and it is also enough for dreams to become dusty.
Until she bumped into a pair of familiar eyes on a rainy night in Amsterdam.
Guyu.
Her first love, her unfinished work, the unconsciously repeated curves in all her designs.
At this moment, he was holding a black umbrella and holding a strange woman's hand in his arm.
"Long time no see," he said, his voice sounding like an old record well preserved in a museum.
Xiang Yang thought this was just an awkward reunion.
Until she discovered:
Every one of Gu Yu's famous paintings is signed with the date of their breakup;
His perfect fiancée handed over a "contractual engagement" agreement;
The truth about him leaving without saying goodbye seven years ago is hidden in three letters that were never sent.
Migratory birds will eventually return to their nests, but some leave in order to come back in a better shape.
"If I learn to love you now," Gu Yu held her trembling hand on a rainy night, "is it still too late?"
