Chen Yue comes from a family with three generations of soldiers serving the country. Her great-grandfather fought bloody battles in Taierzhuang, her grandfather set the stage for the war to resist U. S. Aggression and aid Korea, and her father was stationed at the border. The pain of history and the obsession with family and country have long been engraved in her bones and blood. While volunteering at the Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall, she met Lin Mo, a gentle and meticulous Chinese-Japanese mixed-race boy. However, his eyebrows and light brown eyes always reminded her of an invader, and she instinctively resisted and alienated him.
Lin Mo's goodwill and companionship were pushed away time and time again: the carefully compiled explanation manual was rejected, the well-intentioned invitation was coldly rejected, and the umbrellas held in the heavy rain were hastily avoided. He always guarded silently and used actions to get closer to this heart wall frozen by history.
Late at night when the typhoon passed through, Chen Yue was moved by the scene while sorting out her ancestors' belongings, and the emotions she had suppressed for many years completely collapsed. Lin Mo braved the storm to find him, and the two had a candid confrontation under the rain. Chen Yue finally confessed her heart - what she hated was never Lin Mo himself, but the heavy historical memory evoked by this face. Lin Mo sincerely expressed his identity with his family and country, his respect for history and his cherishment of peace.
In the rain curtain, obsessions melt away and barriers collapse. Chen Yue finally understood that remembering history is not trapped in hatred, and Lin Mo's tenderness and sincerity broke through the long haze for her and ushered in the dawn of each other. This is a self-reconciliation that transcends historical scars, and is also a gentle arrival of understanding, redemption and love in peaceful times.
Purpose: to bridge the barriers of historical scars, eliminate prejudice with sincerity, and let love and understanding become the light that illuminates the haze of the past.