During the relentless Wet Season, Ling navigates a life overshadowed by monsoon rains and quiet despair. As a dedicated schoolteacher, her days blend into a suffocating routine: grading papers, managing classroom dynamics, and rushing home to care for her ailing father-in-law, whose fragile health demands constant attention. Beneath the surface, Ling grapples with the private agony of infertility—a weight compounded by strained glances from her husband and the unspoken expectations of family gatherings where empty chairs loom louder than conversation. Her world shifts when Kok Wei Lun, a reserved student lingering after remedial Chinese classes, begins to linger a little longer. Initially drawn to Ling’s patient guidance, his admiration deepens into an earnest, clumsy crush. He volunteers for extra tutoring sessions, arriving with dog-eared textbooks and questions just to stretch their time together. Ling, starved for connection, finds herself thawing—a hesitant smile here, an indulgent laugh there—as Wei Lun’s quiet persistence chips away at her isolation. The Wet Season’s relentless downpours seep into every corner of their lives. Rain lashes the classroom windows during their sessions, blurring the line between mentorship and something riskier. Ling battles guilt for craving the distraction Wei Lun offers—his teenage infatuation a flicker of warmth against the chill of her marriage and the sterile reality of doctor’s appointments. Meanwhile, Wei Lun hides his own vulnerabilities: a fractured home, academic pressures, and the dizzying confusion of falling for someone who can never reciprocate. As weeks bleed into monsoon-sodden months, their relationship dances between innocence and impropriety. Ling lets him carry groceries on days her father-in-law’s coughing keeps her awake; Wei Lun memorizes the crease of worry between her brows. The tropical humidity sticks to their skin, oppressive and electric, while Ling teeters on the edge of an emotional precipice—torn between duty to her crumbling family and the dangerous solace of being seen by a boy who doesn’t know the shape of her sorrow. The Wet Season doesn’t relent. It floods streets, delays buses, and traps them in conversations that last just a beat too long. And with each passing storm, the fragile scaffolding holding Ling’s life upright groans under the weight of secrets the rain could wash away—or drown entirely.