In her previous life, she spent ten years repaying a “debt for saving her life”: giving up her dream, changing her chosen major, and draining her savings. Only at the end did she realize that the light had never shone on her at all. It wasn't raining on the day they broke up. She stood on the street with her suitcase, her heart a dry, empty wasteland. In this life, she will change herself and uncover the truth.
This is a story of missed chances and reunion, silence and echoes, mutual salvation, and a confession that comes too late. The rain fell for a long time: the downpour when she dragged him out of a pond at the age of eight, the cold rain when he carried her to the hospital in middle school, and the heavy rain he stood in on the night of her eighteenth birthday in her previous life. But the skies always clear eventually.
