Let's Have Another Bowl of Sour Plum Soup.

The sour plum soup at the end of summer was still chilling, but Jiang Zhen's fingertips were already cold. She smiled and said "I'll wait for you", with a panic that no one could see in her eyes. The heavy studies, the pressure from her parents, and the unspeakable love swallowed her up little by little like the tide. Lu Zhong left, Jiang Zhen didn't wait for her news, nor did she wait for her return. The night she cut her wrists, she finally wrote: Sorry, I couldn't wait for you. In the next life, the next life, we will always be together. Later, when Lu Zhong returned to China, he could no longer drink that bowl of sweet sour plum soup, and he could no longer find Jiang Zhen who was waiting for her with a smile. Intention: Farewell