There was heavy rain outside the window, and Qing stroked his disheveled hair. Being woken up by the sound of rain in the early morning is not something worth irritating for Niao Niao who likes rainy days. But in a trance, the images in the dream slowly emerged, pieced together into the face of the person I missed. Niao Niao became even more upset. What happened in the dream has long been blurred, and she has no intention of recalling it. It's just... Those handsome eyebrows repeated in her mind, seeming to test her determination like a provocation.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and it seemed that she had no intention of letting her continue her previous dream. Niao Niao simply sat up. Watching the heavy rain falling down always made her calm down amidst the noise.
"Lin Xiu..." Niao Niao suddenly realized that she was still muttering his name unconsciously. He smiled helplessly, "But I can't remember whether you hate rainy days."
In the most arrogant youth, even different preferences will be resented by the one you love.
Three months after the breakup, Niao Niao had the urge to call him for the first time. Holding the phone tightly, I kept imagining calling him in my mind. Could it be that he didn't sleep during such a heavy rain? Could it be that he was thinking about her too? Will I still be able to tell him all the recent trivial matters on the phone late at night like before? Then what?
Niao Niao threw the phone aside, opened the window, and stretched out his hand.
I couldn't tell whether the wet touch was rain or tears. It fell on the palm of my hand and flowed into the cracks in my body. It penetrated my entire body and soaked into my patched heart, but it was... Cold.
"I will never miss you again." She muttered silently, deceiving.
Purpose: About the meaning of love in youth