I had a dream.
In the dream, red rain fell. Zhao Shu and I held a plain paper umbrella and stood quietly in the rain. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end it was me who spoke first. I said, since you don't like it, why bother forcing yourself.
This dream was so short, I woke up before I could respond. It was dawn, and a pair of wedding candles in the wedding room were dancing a little dazzlingly. I sat on the floor wrapped in a quilt and slowly climbed onto the empty bed.
Alas, it was useless for me to make room for myself. I thought he wanted to show off, so he would come over.
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