Xu Qingzhang never thought that the boy standing under the camphor tree would become a long rainy season in her youth.
The year he left, the lights of Hong Kong shattered into a blur of halo in her eyes. She swore to forget him, but later, every time she felt sad, she would stubbornly buy a ticket to fly to Hong Kong. She walked through the streets of Central, squeezed into the crowds of Mong Kok, and stood in the night of Victoria Harbor - Hong Kong was so big that it could hold the joys and sorrows of millions of people, but it was so small that she always thought that she would meet him again at the next corner.
But fate never gives in to chance encounters easily.
Until that day——
Until she finally realized that in those years, what she thought was a one-man show had already been watched silently by people in the audience. Xie Xuyu was moved earlier than she was, and hid this undercurrent that no one knew about longer than she did.
It turned out that every rain she had been exposed to had been caught by him silently.
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