Rainy Day, the Rain Doesn't Stop

Wedge Seventeen-year-old Mo Yuting often sits in a daze on rainy days, and then says inexplicably: Han Yufan, what kind of existence am I to you? At this time, Han Yufan would always hold a paintbrush, stare at his paintings intently, and say casually: I don't know... Ten years later, Mo Yuting and Han Yufan were like passers-by. What did Mo Yuting hide, and what did Han Yufan give up... All of this seemed to be a fog that could not be cleared away. Only when the rainy day came, the fog became slightly clearer, and I hope the rain never stops.