Yan Ru picked up a cat on a rainy summer day, and met the aloof and indifferent young man Qin Sang in embarrassment. Just like the thin rain, it stirs up waves in my heart.
Yan Ru has an unspeakable little secret, green and pure. She would write the name that made her giggle in her diary, one stroke at a time, beautiful and graceful.
The story begins with rain, and the story ends with rain.
Many years later, Yanru recalled this unrequited love, just like her favorite lemon, sweet but bitter.
Intention: growth
