The gray sky with rolling clouds was like a canopy above them, covering their unspeakable feelings; the cold rain wet the two of them, but they were so passionate about it that they only realized it later.
I have always hated rainy days, but since the beginning of the story, it has always rained in Shanghai, from winter to spring to summer.
Every time when I encounter haze, I naturally think of those rains between them, so I feel like I am immersed in the scene and can no longer bear to be bored. I experience the rain and their sincerity, the conflicts and the shattering of faith.
*Friendly reminder: This is a doomed sad story
*The characters and plots are purely fictitious. Thanks to Di Jiang, the inspirational muse of many people in Taihu, this pair of eternal twin stars has never been and will never be again.
Intention: I don't know where the love comes from, but it goes deeper and deeper