Shen Zhiyou's world was perpetually veiled in thick clouds.
The wounds of her youth lay dormant deep inside her. She was used to living in the shadows, afraid to hope for clear skies, always feeling that light had never been meant for her. She spent her days quietly painting, filling her canvases with overcast skies, fog, and unending rain. She thought she would be trapped in that gray world for the rest of her life.
Until she met Lu Yan.
He was no blazing sun, scorching and fierce, and he never tried to force the clouds from above her. He simply stayed by her side, like a soft ray of light slipping through a gap in the clouds, slowly and gently illuminating the scars she had hidden away.
They met on a day of endless rain. He had seen her at her most fragile and broken, and had also seen the tenderness and talent hidden beneath her canvases.
Shen Zhiyou had never dared believe that she didn't have to force herself to leave the shadows behind completely. There had always been tiny flecks of light hidden between the clouds.
Lu Yan told her, "You don't have to chase the whole sun. The faint light slipping through the clouds is enough to carry you through."
This is the story of two wounded people leaning on each other. The skies don't have to clear all at once; even a glimmer of light can heal a long winter. Someday, between the clouds, we'll find the light that belongs to us.
Theme: Redemption in the city.
