The day I first met her
It was raining lightly, and I was huddled in the mud, with bruises all over my body.
She walked out of the drizzle holding an oil-paper umbrella.
She was wearing a pure long gauze skirt decorated with a few roses. As she approached me, the breeze carried a faint floral fragrance.
She stretched out her hand to me, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyebrows were rounded into a small crescent moon, and her lips were slightly raised.
"Would you like to follow me?"
I struggled to raise my head in the quagmire and stumbled to my feet following her hand.
"Look at this little face." She chuckled and wiped away the mud marks on my face with a handkerchief.
From then on, I made up my mind and vowed to protect her for the rest of my life...
Because I was born in Jiangnan, ink misty rain is my best interpretation of him.
Concept: Jiangnan Tenderness