She makes tea and he tailors clothes.
It took her ten years to learn how to forget, and it took him ten years to learn how to wait.
Shen Biyun guarded the century-old medicine shop left by his grandfather and lived alone in the fragrance of tea, thinking that this would be the rest of his life. Jiang Mingyuan walked out of the ancient town and became an internationally renowned fashion designer, but returned with a pair of hands that could no longer hold scissors firmly.
She was his silent concern for twenty-six years, and he was the deep love that she never dared to look back on.
Gu Shen came with enthusiasm, like a sudden rainstorm. He said: "I came to take pictures of the most beautiful scenery. I didn't expect that the scenery was you."
One is an intruder from the sky who makes her heart beat, and the other is her childhood sweetheart who makes her heartache. Caught between two men, Biyun finally understood - some love is too deep and cannot be expressed, while some waiting becomes a habit after waiting for too long.
And some people you think are just passing by, actually they never leave.
This is a story about miss and reunion, silence and confession. The plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the century-old sycamore trees, the deep love stitched stitch by stitch, the years brewed cup by cup.
"To Biyun."
It took him ten years to write three words.
It took her twenty-six years to finally hear it.
