Eve of rainstorm
During the heavy rain on the day of the teacher's funeral, Yu Nan saw Jiang Huai holding the coffin.
On his left ring finger is the ring she threw into the lake seven years ago.
When her car broke down in front of his studio late at night, the window was still lit.
Jianghuai is using the craft of restoring antiques to glue a broken pottery pot.
"Can it still be repaired?" She asked softly through the rain.
His fingers covered with porcelain powder paused: "Whenever you left a note..."
Rain dripped down the tips of her hair and onto the glass of the display case.
Lying in the cabinet was the sapphire earring she lost——
and the seven hundred letters he had written and torn into pieces over the years
Purpose: to make up for the regrets in reality