The rain curtain turned the world into blurry white.
Nine-year-old Jing Yun huddled under the sycamore tree outside the iron gate of the orphanage, with water dripping from his soaked clothes, like an abandoned cub. Suddenly there was darkness above his head, a red umbrella covered him firmly, and the hem of his skirt with a faint soapy fragrance swept across the back of his hand.
"Don't get wet." Shu Zeqiu's voice was softer than the rain. She tilted the umbrella towards him, half of her shoulders were soaked in the rain, but she smiled and stuffed him with a toffee, "It's sweet. It won't make you uncomfortable after eating it."
Later, on countless rainy days, Jingyun would always think of the umbrella tilted towards him.
Intention: Sincerely rare