No one knows how sunny the weather can be, no one knows how hot the summer can get. But there was such a summer in her memory——
The blue sky is not stained with any impurities, and the sun shines brightly on every living face. Sunny, hot and humid.
Rong Ruo once said: "The rain has stopped and it is slightly cool. I had a dream eleven years ago."
In such a long but fleeting eleven years, how did everyone go through, and how did life, destiny, feelings and choices plant a cinnabar mole in their hearts that could not be removed no matter how hard it was.
In every rainy night, among the rustling sounds and the plundering sounds of rain hitting the leaves, only our respective accumulations are left.