I still remember that it was midsummer and he held her hand.
There was a scorching sun above our heads, and even the wind blowing was scorching hot.
"We will have our own country and our own city."
She heard him tell her this.
But when she turned around, there were only hurried passers-by behind her.
Then came a sudden heavy rain, which soaked her hot heart.
It was five years after we met again. He did have his own country, and she also had her own city.
I thought I was just a passerby, no longer loved, no hated, no longer cared.
"I am the one who has the right to call it quits. The game is not over yet, Tan Xi."
Just like that rain.