The rain in the south is always continuous, and the boy shrank under the tree in a slightly embarrassed manner, his blocked eyes filled with coldness like winter snow.
"Found it." It was a bright female voice.
The boy looked up, and a white figure jumped down from the tree, as light as a lark's feathers. The boy stood up alertly, with all his defenses on.
The girl in front of her has smooth hair, a knee-length chiffon skirt, and a 30-centimeter-long blue and white vine wrapped around her shoulders. She smiles gently,
The boy was slightly dazed, and the girl was reflected in his foggy eyes, which was ambiguous.
"Who are you"
"another you"