Eighteen-year-old Lin Xu likes rain. She believes that the world is just a continuous rain, and she tries her best just to find an oil-paper umbrella to block all the cold. But he pulled her out of the rain and told her that the sun was strong and the waves were gentle; that the world was grand and the world was worth it.
Twenty-eight-year-old Lin Xu looked at her sea of flowers, smiling with tears in his eyes.
Ten years of expectations and dreams were once as illusory as bubbles. But because he never let go, everything became a reality.
"Lin Yiyi, there are so many partings in other people's stories, but I don't believe that we can't make it to the end."
Intention: warmth