This was a night many years ago
He and she walked quietly along the river. It was drizzling softly in the sky, and the treetops were covered with droplets of water.
She ran to the tree, jumped up and pulled the tallest wicker, and her white skirt was wet by the raindrops.
She turned back slightly embarrassed, with a hint of anger in her eyes.
But she found that under the warm yellow light of the street lamp, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. It was not an exaggeration, but he was looking at her with a smile and tenderness.
It was with this look that she started laughing, first a silly smile, and then a bright laugh spread throughout the riverside.