Take the initiative to talk to her, and say a few words of insignificant nonsense.
She stood there, waiting for a rain.
In 2020, affected by the new crown pneumonia. The whole city is in anxiety about the virus.
Everyone is stuck at home. Don't dare to go to crowded places. When acquaintances meet, masks are put on their mouths, and the foul and turbid breath remains in every word and breath.
She should know his mind. But she didn't seem to know. Saw him coming, over and over.
What have you never said?
Is it shyness or fear? Or fear? There are restless elements in the air. Touch it lightly and it shatters.
She thought it should rain in this weather. Make their encounter more beautiful. Even though the sun is bright and colorful, it is still too dazzling when it shines on the body.
The girl's long hair hangs over her shoulders. They are all young. like to dream. About the future, about unrealistic fantasies.
They met in a heavy rain. Under an unfamiliar bus stop sign. Looking at each other and smiling is better than waiting with thousands of words. The wind blows through the broken hair on the forehead, and the rain beats the silent memory.
It's raining just right.
Just happened to be upset.
Just reached the moment of heartbeat.
A flower blooms delicately in the rain. Dotted with the eternity of that moment.
When the rain fell, she looked up to meet his gaze.
There was tenderness in his eyes. A little bit of starlight illuminates the future. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com