Blurb: It was raining hard that day.++++++In an instant, rain veiled the whole city.+++++She came out of the bookstore, the scent of ink still lingering on her cuffs and fingertips. She wore a long-sleeved linen dress, her face cool and composed. The downpour streamed from the eaves, forming a misty curtain of droplets that blocked the view of those watching from beneath the opposite roof.++++++The rain was heavy. Every so often, someone would dash from one side to the other with their head covered, their heavy steps splashing muddy water. Flecks of mud flew like scattered blossoms, spattering the hems of those silently sheltering from the rain.+++++She did not go inside. She simply stood there, motionless.++++Deep in the alley, someone held up a large oil-paper umbrella painted with peonies. He wore a dark, front-fastening robe, his hair was black, and his eyes were kind.++++He walked up to her at an unhurried pace, as if out for a stroll. The umbrella tilted toward her. In that instant, she caught the deep scent of cedarwood coming from him.+++++"Yitong, let's go home." Note:++++++++1: This is a very, very short story, and it's quite ordinary and understated. It's not exciting at all.++++++++2: The male lead appears when the story is almost over, so please think twice before reading if you can't accept that.++++++++3: The characters' values are not the author's values. A story is just a story.
Theme: The meaning of waiting is knowing that he will come back. That's why you wait.
It's really good, silently moved.