My name is Jiang Yu, and I was born in the mountains of Guizhou, like a weed that no one cares about. My mother left after being abducted, and my father abandoned me when I was three years old. I grew up in wind, rain and hunger until I was sixteen.
During a heavy rain, I picked up a young man who had lost his memory and was speechless, and named him Jiang Sui.
Jiang is my surname, which means my life will be safe and smooth.
We walked from a barren mountain village into a cold city, and lived together in a rental house of less than ten square meters. I worked the hardest job and saved every penny. I just wanted to keep him safe, thinking I could survive like this until the end.
But his father, who had disappeared for sixteen years, suddenly appeared and threatened his life.
In order to protect my light, I destroyed myself with my own hands.
On January 28, 2027, I left all my savings and a request, and disappeared quietly into the rain.
He waited for me for three whole years.
When we meet again, they are already cold bones in the morgue.
On March 30, 2030, my birthday, the drizzle continued as usual.
He held my bones and died on the bed where we hugged each other countless times.
A name is a promise, a life is a last resort.
The rain falls silently, and there is no more Jiang Yu and Jiang Sui in the world.
Intention: If he gives me a rain, I will repay him with my whole life.