Ever since she could remember, Shi Yu had hated rainy days: the lightning and thunder, the howling wind and downpour.
In her second year of high school, the clouds above her finally cleared and the warm sunshine returned. Her heart was no longer damp, either.
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"Shi Yu, why don't you like rainy days?"
"Do I need a reason not to like them?"
Because that day, she met an idiot running through the rain. He said it was romantic.
