Grain Rain Drizzle

"My surname is Gu. My name is Guyu." Her voice sounded like a gentle rain tapping on bluestone.

Xia Feng, buried in his chemistry exercises, looked up and narrowed his eyes at the girl in a white dress standing on the platform. She was tall and slender, her long black hair falling neatly at either side of her face. Her features were delicate, and her long eyelashes seemed to curl at the ends.

The wind passed by, gently stirring the hem of her white dress. In his eyes, it rippled softly.

This is my favorite story.

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