That rainy day, he walked up to her beneath a large black umbrella. The cool, striking man asked, "What's your name?"
"Shi Wei."
"Which Shi?"
"The Shi in 'you are.'"
A few days later, at a matchmaking dinner, they met again across the table.
"Hello. My name is Shen Junqi, the name of your future husband."
Long after they were married, their chubby baby was asleep in the crib.
Holding his wife's soft, warm body, the man murmured gently, "When I first saw you, I had a strange feeling."
"What kind of feeling?"
"You were standing at the top of the stairs, and I was out in the rain. In that moment, I had the strange feeling that all the wind and rain that day had brought me to you."
The adjectives are confusing, cold and gentle, a bit strange.