When he was young, Song Shirang was a gifted prodigy, high above everyone else.
He was quiet and hardworking, followed every rule, wore his school uniform until it faded white, and collected so many scholarships that he could hardly keep track. In everyone's eyes, he was the perfect student.
Qiao Xiyu, meanwhile, was brave and free, like an elusive breeze over the wilderness.
No one would ever connect two people so different.
On a certain rainy day, she spitefully threw away the umbrella he gave her, then watched as he silently picked it up and held it over her.
She shouted at him, "I don't want to share an umbrella with you! And I don't want to walk with you!"
He simply stepped back and followed behind her in silence, slow and steady.
He tilted the whole umbrella toward her, and before long, he was soaked through by the heavy rain.
He always silently and stubbornly sheltered her from the wind and rain.
Later, Song Shirang died in the summer they reunited.
He came quietly, waited quietly, and left quietly.
All he left behind were one bitter love poem after another.
That umbrella, tilted toward her in the pouring rain years ago, became a part of her youth that Qiao Xiyu could never bring herself to touch.
Stethoscope x clapperboard
Theme: It's not as if my youth left me without scars.
