The wind and rain are continuous and the drizzle is misty, as if I miss you and miss you. I vaguely remember the moment I saw her through the car window on that day when the weather was brisk. Time seemed to have stopped, she was the only one left in my eyes, and everything else dimmed. How did our story happen? It seems that the arrogant me chased her shamelessly!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
