The tombstone, without a trace of warmth, looked even colder in the rain.
"Little one, wait for me to love you."
…
Hansui whispered his thoughts in a low voice, only he and her could hear.
In the desolate and lonely cemetery, Qiu Xixi smiled very sweetly in the black and white photo.
This is how Han Sui remembers it.
Before the rainy season of this summer ended, this desolate and lonely cemetery finally welcomed the man she thought about day and night...
Concept: love separated by yin and yang