Lin Wu has been secretly in love with Chen Chuan for five years. Chen Chuan is dead.
She wrote him a letter every month, never sending it, never signing it.
Until she saw all the letters she had written in brother Chen Chuan's schoolbag.
Chen Yu said that he thought those letters were written to him.
He studied for five years.
Now he asked her: You got the wrong person, didn't you?
Lin Wu had only one answer.
She did admit her mistake.
But she didn't know that it was never Chen Chuan who gave her an umbrella on that rainy day in her second year of high school.
It's Chen Yu.
Two people, a stack of letters, and a dead brother.
The person she was waiting for was long gone.
The living person has read all the sincerity for the dead person.
This time, I won't accept letters from anyone.
Let the living do it themselves.
Intention: A five-year dislocation of love, let go of the obsession with the deceased, break away from false memories, and see the living person who has been living in reality and silently carries all your heartbeats.