On the way home, Zi Lin unexpectedly saw a familiar figure: a regret from ten years ago, a youthful fantasy he had thought could never become real. But now she was standing right in front of me again. She was no longer the evening breeze beyond my reach, no longer the night rain I could not hold back. But she was not as radiant as before, nor as warm. It was as if her whole body had grown thorns, and she was wandering alone on a bleak, rainy night. Now I held out my hand to her again, hoping I could hold on tightly to our future.
Cao Ling, can we still get drenched in the rain we missed before?
