The thirteen-year-old cicadas were chirping, he was a cold and aloof iceberg boy, and she was the little sun that broke into his heart.
From deskmates to lovers, from secret love to life-or-death commitment, they made a promise that after the college entrance examination, they would stay together for the rest of their lives.
But a carefully designed misunderstanding pushed the two into the abyss.
She was pregnant with his child and traveled thousands of miles, but she only heard his heartless words that he was about to get married and leave his hometown.
On that day when it rained heavily, she blocked all traces of him and buried all her love.
We met again four years later.
He was a powerful upstart in the business world, and he had been looking for her like crazy for 1,460 days.
She is an indifferent woman whose light has faded, with a scar in her heart that will never heal.
When the yellowed abortion certificate was spread out in front of his eyes, he realized that he owed her a life, owed her four years of wandering, and owed her his entire youth.
He put down all his pride, humbled himself to atone for his sins, and stayed behind her.
Just this time,
He came too late, too late.
