The person who always sent love letters after meetings actually said: "No. It's useless to say it now, but now and later." The next day, there was no news. It was quite embarrassing to not see the messenger deliver the letter after dawn, but I thought: How could it be so simple? So I spent the whole day talking about it.
The next day, it rained heavily. By noon, there was still no news. "It's really a breakup of love." He couldn't help but murmured privately. In the evening, while sitting outside, I saw a boy holding an umbrella bringing a message. So I opened the letter more hurriedly than usual and read it. Unexpectedly, it said "increased rain" written on it. At this time, a few words are more interesting than dozens of poems.
——"Pillow"
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