When the Rain Falls and the Evening Shines

Five-year-old Lin Wanzhao first met Jiang Yundu in a wet rainy alley. The young man always tended to tilt his umbrella toward her, letting his right shoulder get wet. The farewell I didn't hear clearly took root in my heart. Ten years have passed, and the night of the dance in a white dress has extinguished all expectations. When we met again, there was ashes in her fingers: "The flowers have withered." The rain rustled outside the window, and he asked softly: "Is it time to hear the sound of rain before I send you a replacement now?"