"Every time I raise my head for you, even tears feel free."
"Some love is like torrential rain, yet still believing in the rainbow..."
For some reason, Xu Qingqiu found herself crying uncontrollably as she listened to the mechanically synthesized singing.
It was as if she saw her own shadow—her inexperienced, anxious, and helpless younger self.
The naive and stubborn little girl who had traveled all the way from the countryside had grown up before she knew it.
And that figure, like a beam of light, had shone into her life and made her steadily stronger. But one day, it had suddenly collapsed. Yet, she desperately tried to piece that shattered figure back together, never leaving or forsaking it.
But so many years had passed. That figure had become more and more distant, gradually unrecognizable. She could barely remember what that light looked like. And then, this song coincidentally appeared before her eyes.
"BOO HOO HOO~ Why?"
