A funeral procession is shrouded in rain. Beneath a sky that blurs the black of the mourning clothes, the protagonist attends his younger brother's funeral. There, he reunited with the one he had long kept hidden deep within his heart—his brother's wife. “My umbrella broke... Could you walk me home?” That single sentence began a quiet journey back. Choosing words carefully, avoiding eye contact, maintaining a distance neither could cross. But at the doorway, she suddenly pressed her lips to his and whispered. “You needn't hide your longing gaze from me.” Why did she reach out to her brother on the very day she lost her husband? Was it comfort, provocation or—where would this unforgivable emotion lead? This is the story of a one-night love that is only permitted on a rainy night. The ending they choose—will it be salvation or destruction?
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