>When he squatted in the rain to save the calico cat, his expensive trousers were soaked in mud.
>The moment the silver ring on his fingertips touched the wet cat's paw, a sigh escaped his throat, as lightly as if he was afraid of disturbing an old dream.
>I stood under the sycamore tree holding the painting tube that no one cared about, and the canvas bag was soaked by the rain.
>Later I realized that he saved not only the cat, but also me who was stuck in the mud during the rainy season.
>His uncle sneered and threw out the check: "How can a man like Lu Zeyan really like you?"
>In the center of the storm, his cold fingertips stroked my hair: "Don't get too close, there's a storm here."
>But in the eye of the storm, there is often the gentlest redemption.
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