An awkward first encounter, a timid invitation, a misplaced love letter, and a feeling of being lost in the color purple. Love grows quietly in the rain.
In an old student apartment in Paris, Sasha, an oil painting girl with low self-esteem, peeked through the window at the violet-like Chinese girl Kanin in the room on the opposite floor.
An illegitimate daughter whose identity is not recognized, a prominent family who sees her as a stain, and a "cousin" who has a twisted obsession with her. When the cage and coercion came one after another, Kanin became her only light, but she was also involved in the center of the storm...
Seven years later, Sasha was about to use up the last color of her life, painting the lover who had long been "dead" in her memory. But Kanin was thousands of miles away, tortured by a blank memory day and night, and couldn't help but shed tears facing the heavy rain outside the window.
Until an urgent letter from Paris, carrying the astringent fragrance of jacaranda in the rain, woke up the dusty past: "She is dying, and only you can save her."
Intention: Waiting for love in despair