Three years ago, the confession letter Xu Zhiyi wrote to Zhou Yan was replaced by a breakup letter.
He believed it.
She chased her into the rain to explain, but he didn't look back.
Later, when they met again, Xu Zhiyi became the calmest student in the Chinese Department, with a gentle and considerate Shen Jiayan beside him.
Zhou Yan finally found out the truth.
That letter was not written by her.
Those harsh words were not from her.
She had liked him really seriously and awkwardly.
But when he stood downstairs in the dormitory with red eyes and said, "Xu Zhiyi, I was wrong," Xu Zhiyi just looked at him calmly.
"Zhou Yan, I didn't wait for you to find out the truth before letting go."
"I started to let go from the day you didn't believe me."
Only then did he understand that the belated truth could not replace the three years of being let down.
Later, hypocritical Qingmei's lies were exposed bit by bit, and the manuscript of the old letter was dug out. Everyone knew that Xu Zhiyi had never betrayed him.
On a rainy night, Zhou Yan clutched the confession letter that was three years late, with red eyes.
"Zhiyi, I will return the truth to you."
But she said softly: "The truth is mine."
"What you can't afford to repay is that time when I ran to you with joy."
