Time seems to have stopped forever in that rainy season. Not every plum can turn yellow. There are always some plums that can only be green forever. They retain that green color and stay in that rainy season forever, just like some love.
That year, she was still a sixteen-year-old girl, unfazed by worldly affairs, innocent and innocent, while he was a twenty-eight-year-old young master from an aristocratic family, high-spirited and at the height of his powers. She is the daughter of the ferryman who shuttles day and night in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. He is a businessman passing through here, and he is just passing by.
This year, she was in her final years, lying on the bed with only a female companion beside her, and her consciousness began to blur. In this life, whether sad or happy, all the joy and pain seemed to have been exhausted in that year. When she was about to die, all the past events flashed before her eyes, and she suddenly discovered that all the memories were related to the person who was suppressing her heart with all her strength.