"When the rainy season came, I wrote a letter that would never be sent."
She wrote letters all her life, but he didn't receive any of them.
On the day Mei Zhiyu died, there was only a box of old letters around him.
More than six hundred letters, written from the age of fourteen to forty.
With tears in her eyes, the aunt handed it over to Cheng Jinghe.
When she was alive, he only called her "Sister Zhiyu" gently.
Only after her death did he know——
In those years, every word she wrote was like a rain that failed to fall.
He thought she was a quiet and gentle woman.
Little did he know that she had been quiet all her life just to hide a thrilling love.
Mei Zhiyu has only done one extraordinary thing in his life:
Love him and let this be a secret forever.
It wasn't until the day the wooden box was opened that everyone understood——
That Jiangnan plum rain that lasted my whole life,
It turned out to be her tears alone.
Concept: Secret love is a rainy season that no one knows about. In it, I have been wet all my life.