Maybe be.
You think you are a breeze, bringing only the slightest ripples to the water. I think you are like a storm, just that one glance, just that one glance, can cause huge waves.
"I am the sun and you are the rain. When we meet, we create solar rain."
"Why rain?"
"Because I like rain."
Lin Hejia sat on the cold floor, thinking about Hanshuang.
Memories are like clear springs, coming one after another, clear and chaotic, calm and heavy. I remember the boy's shy smile, the inadvertent silent glances at each other, and I saw tears slipping from the corners of his eyes...
Lin Hejia trembled, and the suicide note slipped from his hand.
This is your first reply and also your last.
Purpose: Happy every day