Jiang Er didn't like Chen Mo at first. His appearance didn't match Jiang Er's imagination at all. But that summer, it rained heavily. Chen Mo took off his coat and put it on Jiang Er. The heavy rain soaked Chen Mo's body and Jiang Er's heart. From then on, a secret love that no one knew about began.
If secret love is a pot of old wine, then you and I are the winemakers, and time is our fermentation agent. This jar of old wine has witnessed our growth.
Concept: Secret love is a pot of old wine