If the Spring Breeze Knew My Heart

When they were young, they mistook silence for kindness, thinking that leaving some things unsaid would make parting easier. Later, Xu Zhiyi gradually grew used to Shanghai's rainy season, and to holding an umbrella alone. She imagined many new versions of the old house, but rarely pictured who might share her future. Life went on like that, until one day she began noticing the moment her phone lit up. After work, she found herself wanting to talk to someone about nothing in particular. Those ordinary moments, never promised, stirred an anticipation she hadn't felt in years. But some memories don't fade with time. A street-corner light, a figure in the rain, a few words overheard by chance: any of them might remind her that once, there was a spring when she thought everything was only just beginning. How should you say goodbye to some people? How can you be sure of what you feel? Shanghai is still bustling with traffic, but at a certain intersection, waiting for the light to change, she suddenly realizes there's someone she wants to see. This time, will those words she never said have to wait until next spring?