When the fifteen-year-old rain fell into Wutong Lane in Nanjing, his blue umbrella tilted towards her shoulder, soaking half of her sleeves, but it burned in her heart for a lifetime.
Seven years later, she wrote about her secret love as "Unsent Letters", with every word dripping with inferiority - "I secretly stuffed that umbrella into your schoolbag when I was sixteen, but I dare not say it."
He was shocked when he held the page and trembled. It turned out that she was writing about them;
But there is some love, it's too late to tell
Intention: Those who miss you will never look back