She was his light. He stood in the darkness and chose to look up, looking at the brightness spilling from the gaps between his fingers. He wanted to grab something, but he was afraid of being burned.
So they went around in circles for a long time, and finally met again, but he turned into those raindrops, blending into the earth, rivers, and jungles, but could no longer blend into her world and her future.
Li Fan said that maybe their meeting itself was a mistake, so that they hurt each other during those days, and she was annoyed and hated him. Until one morning, the scabs bloomed with gorgeous flowers, and the past that she didn't want to recall began to become beautiful, and she finally began to admit that she loved him.
Listen, that familiar voice.
"My name is Zheng Yu, but I'm not a thunderstorm."