On a stormy night, Bo Xueyang's car stayed parked downstairs all night.
A night like that was perfect for murder, and just as perfect for rekindling an old flame.
Lin Shu never went downstairs. After daybreak, she walked straight past her former lover without even looking at him.
The rain washed away her paper-thin sincerity. She would no longer pine for him.
Theme: Make it through this thicket of thorns
