That year, she stood under the eaves to hide from the rain. The rain stained her delicate makeup and her clothes were mercilessly wet by the rain.
But he didn't laugh at her embarrassment, he just smiled gently and asked, "If you don't dislike her, how about going with me?" He was neither humble nor arrogant. There seemed to be a special magic in his words that she could not refuse.
The peach trees behind him seemed to be decorated for him, and the peach blossoms were brought down by the raindrops, flying endlessly, as beautiful as a picture scroll.
Looking into those clear eyes, one feels like a spring breeze. Oblivious to the commotion around her, she greedily took him into her eyes. Slowly, the rain stopped and the wind stopped. Is everything just a dream? That's all, that's all......
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