A Fisherman in the South

After years apart, 18-year-old Ding Xiaoyu finally got a call from her mother, who arranged to meet her during a typhoon.

She dressed up for the occasion, then spent the whole time watching her mother care for her stepbrother in every possible way, swallowing down the bitterness.

Unwilling to go home, she sat alone on a swing near her house, letting the wind toss her like a reed and the rain soak her until she was a sobbing fool.

Her tears mixed with the rain. Through her blurred vision, a figure appeared.

A wheelchair, a man, and a bent black umbrella.

He was soaked through, his face streaked with mud. Who knew how many times he had fallen on the way there?

She choked out, “Why did you come?”

“To bring you an umbrella.”

Wen Yan reached up to wipe her tears. The cut on the back of his hand was still bleeding.

“And to take you home.”

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Seven years later, Ding Xiaoyu had become a typical office worker. One day, she got drunk with her colleagues, and they started talking about their first loves.

“Do you still remember your first kiss?”

“I forgot ages ago.”

Xiaoyu nervously took a sip of wine, then looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.

The moon that night had been just as cold and clear.

On the wheelchair, their bodies were pressed together. He had her trapped in his arms, kissing her until her whole body was burning.

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1. Ding Xiaoyu (a mischievous girl) x Wen Yan (a possessive, obsessive painter).

2. One male and one female lead, healing romance, rekindled love.

3. The male lead is a fallen prodigy. He's dark and despondent at first, but his leg injury will heal later.

4. Updates daily around 7 to 8. I'll post a notice if I need a break.

Theme: I don't know.