In Zhou Tong's eyes, the rain in Yuncheng is like a fishing line thrown by the gods in the sky, falling on people's bodies to catch away distracting thoughts and cleanse their souls.
But it wasn't until the rain in the summer vacation of the third year of junior high school that the Zhou family held a sad funeral.
The raindrops are no longer the fishing line in the hands of the gods, but the sickle in the hands of Satan in hell, splitting Zhou Tong's soul into four pieces, turning him into an empty shell of a person who is always timid and always wet.
Jiang Xiumin is the son of the owner of a funeral parlor. He is fiery and flamboyant. With his fearlessness towards death and a strong heart, he breaks into the castle in the air where Zhou Tong protects him.
The most fatal wound finds the gentlest needle and thread.
Intention: Please believe that I am destined to love you