On the way home, Zilin accidentally saw a familiar figure. It was a regret from ten years ago, a youthful fantasy that he thought could not be realized. But now she is standing in front of me again. She is no longer the evening breeze that cannot be touched, nor the night rain that cannot be saved. But she is not as bright as before, not as enthusiastic as before, her whole body seems to be covered with thorns, wandering alone on a cold rainy night. Now, I reach out my hand to her again, hoping that I can hold it tightly in the future.
Cao Ling, can the rain I missed before come back?
What! You said you like sunny days now!
