You Should Take Pity on Me

At first, she thought he was the spring breeze of early March, gentle against her cheek and tender to the touch. Later, she discovered he was a sudden thunderstorm in the season of Awakening of Insects, drenching her from head to toe. Only when she finally held his hand did she understand: he was the steady autumn rain, each drop a soft whisper. A clichéd love story about a good-for-nothing heroine, born with a red thread tied around her finger, who ends up with a god-tier guy. She doesn’t have many labels or anything particularly distinctive going for her. But at least she never lived her life according to some character profile. She kept growing, learning how to love.