When he was eighteen years old, Lin Xingyuan, a transfer student in his third year of high school, met Li Mingzhou in a rain.
He held the broken suitcase for her, tilted the umbrella towards her, and broke into her cautious youth. Star Band-Aids, orange candy wrappers, and the fifteen minutes after evening self-study allowed two people who were equally afraid of losing to gradually write each other into the future.
Lin Xingyuan believed that Li Mingzhou's silence was reliability, and solving everything for her was love. Until his family suddenly collapsed, he concealed the truth in the name of protection and pushed her out of his life with his own hands.
Twelve years later, the two reunited at their alma mater. The dusty misunderstanding was finally solved, but the young man back then was still used to deciding everything for her.
Can the belated truth bring back the missed life? Can a person who has loved deeply really start over?
Many years later, in the rain, Li Mingzhou tilted his umbrella towards her again. Lin Xingyuan opened his umbrella and said calmly: "No, I already have an umbrella."
Some people do not appear in your future, but they will always stay at the age of eighteen when you can never go back.
