A childhood romance that began in summer ended with a bloody curtain at a winter wedding.
When she was six years old, Lin Wan met Shen Yu, a boy from her new neighbor's house, under the sycamore tree. They went through elementary school and middle school together, and became the brightest light in each other's lives in the throb of youth. It wasn't until his sophomore year in high school that something unexpected happened in Shen Yu's family, and he left without saying goodbye, leaving only the words "Wait for me" and a string of glass wind chimes.
Years later, they reunited in college. But the young man he once was was full of frost, and he poured all the hatred on Lin Wan for his sister's accidental fall from the building. He tore up her homework, destroyed her reputation, and crushed her heart to dust.
When Lin Wan finally gave up and accepted Zhou Heng, who had been guarding him all this time, Shen Yu was shocked to realize that the "truth" he believed in was actually a complete misunderstanding.
Three hundred belated letters of apology were his desperate confession of late-stage gastric cancer.
And the cheap ring she threw back in front of his grave was a memorial to the complete loss of her youth.
——After all, we died in the year when we loved each other the most.
Intention: Our greatest tragedy is not that we don't love, but that we love the wrong most important person in the wrong way.