Fifteen years old·Spring Rain
On the first day of transferring school, Lu Yuqing bumped into the boy standing under the camphor tree.
The crimson between his fingers flickered, but he tipped the black umbrella over the shivering stray dog.
She stood on tiptoe and raised the umbrella over his head, "Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning when you stand under the tree?"
The spring rain was heavy, and for the first time in his barren youth, he heard the sound of the growth of all things.
Twenty-five years old·Autumn Rain
On the first day after returning to China, I saw him performing a mission in an alley.
The autumn rain was bleak. He looked back in the chaotic crowd and looked at her across the rain.
"Lu Yuqing, you can keep running away." His slender fingers clasped her chin: "I have plenty of time to waste with you in my whole life."
Intention: Even if you are stuck in the quagmire, you will still be born towards the sun.