Some letters were never sent. Some people never forget.
A cold rain, a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, a flower shop called "Unsend".
At the moment when they reunited after a long separation, Ruan Guyuan only saw the gentle lady beside Qi Zhao and the silent blue hyacinth behind his glass window.
——"Selling spring also sells heartbeat."
The words on the flower shop's business card were like a rusty key, suddenly prying open the memories that Ruan Guyuan had sealed for four years.
Only then did he remember that he had also had spring.
It was a long answer that spanned four years.
They have all changed over time, but they are still trapped in the old puzzle called each other.
When restraint and temptation reach their limits, when lies and disguises peel off layer by layer.
Can they still find that letter that was written when they were young and never delivered, but it determined the trajectory of each other's lives——
small envelope
Intention: To keep everything worth remembering
