Love Surrounds the Sycamore Trees, Dreams Hold a Lifetime of Love

Thin raindrops fell one after another, and the whole city was shrouded in a hazy rain curtain. On that quiet street, a tall plane tree stood quietly, its lush branches and leaves swaying gently in the rain. She didn't hold an umbrella, and her hair was slightly wet from the rain and stuck to her fair cheeks. She raised her head slightly and looked at the raindrops falling on the leaves of the sycamore tree, with a trace of confusion and sadness in her eyes. He happened to be passing by and saw her under the plane tree. He stopped and stared at her quietly, as if time stopped at this moment. Raindrops slipped from his hair and fell on his shoulders. He walked closer involuntarily, his footsteps making a slight sound on the wet ground. When she heard the voice, she turned her head, and the moment her eyes met his, it was like an electric current passed through him. He showed a warm smile and said softly: "This rain is so beautiful." She was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly, "Yes, it is so beautiful." Under this sycamore tree, their story began quietly, just like the continuous drizzle...