It rained, and the raindrops fell on her face, on his heart, wet on her eyes, and cold on his hands; that year, love was born in her heart, she gave it to him, was jealous of her, and accepted it from him; finally the clouds cleared, he was ashamed of her, loved her, she was hesitant, helpless, and without any support, she finally gave up on him ; The place where they met again was actually the weakest place in her heart, but he was no longer in love with her after all; the last trace of concern was actually due to him, who was always guarding her by her side, but she remained unmoved; when she mustered up the courage to tell him her feelings, she was left in the corner in the end: when night fell, she cried. In the end, how should she choose? Is he the protective one, the gentle one, or the profound one...