At eighteen, Shen Shiwan lost her mother and her piano. One rainy night, she stumbled beneath a man's umbrella. His name was Gu Yanshu. He was twenty-seven, cool and refined. He shielded her from a thrown cup of coffee and said, “Kid, don't wander around outside in the rain.” Later, he became the employer of her piano tutor. She played the piano; he couldn't sleep. The milk he prepared for her was always warm, but he didn't know that the old photograph locked in his drawer was a picture of her mother.
A nine-year age gap, and twelve years of tangled family secrets. He was afraid to love her; she was afraid to get close. She thought she had fallen for him first, never knowing he'd waited nineteen years for someone who could play the piano, smile, and help him sleep.
From their first encounter on a rainy night to a church wedding, from young love to spending the rest of their lives together. He waited five years for her to grow up, and she took five years to walk from beneath his umbrella into his arms. What you can't forget will always find its way back to you. And for her, that was him.
