In order to escape the rebellion, Jiang Lu was sent to a completely unfamiliar world by his family.
In this world, she saw a rain.
The breeze blew gently, and the thin raindrops fell slantingly, bringing with it the fresh earthy smell unique to spring. The wet flowers fell with the wind. The distant hills were looming in the rain and fog, and the swaying hazy weeping willows also looked particularly beautiful.
Jiang Lu stood indoors, looking out through the glass door, his face solemn and his brows still unable to relax.
She hates rain, no matter what kind of rain it is.
Outside the same door, Liu Shuying put away her umbrella and walked into the rain and fog again.
The drizzle in early spring was very gentle, falling lightly on her body. She looked at her mother who was talking to the teacher, moved her eyes away lightly, and turned her gaze to the scenery in the rain. Soon, her hair was covered with many tiny water droplets, like a thin layer of mist.
When she raised her head, she met a pair of equally dark eyes.
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Warning:
Pure Water, mainly plot, less emotional lines
BE warns, the second half will become more and more cruel
Intention: Hand in hand to move towards the future