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It rained heavily that year, and he held a broken umbrella to pick me up, soaked all over, back to the 15-square-meter rental house. The ginger tea is spicy, the bed is narrow, and the washing powder smells clean. I thought he was the light that saved me from the abyss.
Later I realized that he, like me, is a drowning person. It's just that we grabbed each other's hands and thought we could swim to the shore.
When we were passionately in love, he said that I was his sun. After we broke up, I realized that the sun can also burn people.
