In Hangzhou in March, there is no end to the rain.
Shen Zhiyi, editor of Nanchuang Publishing House, is twenty-six years old and is used to living life very slowly. So slow that I can proofread a book three times, so slow that I am separated from everyone by an ajar door. A relationship three years ago left an old wound. She was not in a hurry to heal it, but she just learned not to take the initiative to approach anyone.
Until that rainy night, she saw a man squatting under the eaves at the door of a cafe on Baochu Road, blocking the rain in the city with one hand - in his palm was a bird with broken wings that had fallen out of its nest.
Concept: Two young people, each with their own scars, heal each other from strangers through the four seasons of Hangzhou.