[Psychologist × Gentle Designer]
Every rain in London since then is like the tears you shed on my face back then.
When Lin Chanxia was seventeen years old, she remembered Shen Qinghuai in front of the glass window of the Honor List.
White shirt, amber eyes, and a small mole on his neck.
She secretly hid the ID photo that was wrinkled by the rain in her mobile phone case, hiding it for her entire youth.
When Shen Qinghuai was twenty-two years old, he lost Lin Chanxia at an airport in a foreign country.
Antidepressant, shredded family portrait.
He personally pushed away the girl who said "I'm waiting for you"
"We were supposed to have countless summers—"
Until fate shows its fangs:
The truth about my mother's suicide, my brother's unbearable life experience,
A psychiatrist can cure everyone,
Only you can't heal your own heart.
Many years later, the London Secondhand Bookstore,
Lin Chanxia opened the book
The title page reads: "To the person who has been waiting for me to despair."
Suddenly heavy rain poured outside the window,
Very much like the day they parted.
"Do you believe that light can turn?"
"I don't believe in light."
"But in the reflection of the honor roll that year, I clearly saw you smiling at me."
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Intention: The paradox of self-redemption
