Text: It rained heavily that day. ++++++Suddenly, it rained all over the city.++++++She came out of the bookstore, with the scent of ink still lingering on her sleeves and fingertips. Wearing a long-sleeved linen skirt and a cold face, the heavy rain brushed down along the eaves, forming a misty curtain of water droplets, blocking the view from the opposite eaves. ++++++ The rain was heavy, and from time to time, people were running from one end to the other, covering their heads, with heavy steps, splashing muddy water, and muddy specks like a goddess scattering flowers splashed onto the clothes of the silent rain shelterer. +++++She didn't go in and just stood there blankly. ++++ Deep in the alley, there was a person holding a large peony-flowered oil-paper umbrella and wearing a double-breasted Tibetan gown. He had black hair and innocent eyes. ++++ He walked up to her in a leisurely manner, as if he was walking. The umbrella he held tilted toward her, and at that moment, she smelled the deep fragrance of fir wood coming from him. +++++ "With Hitomi, let's go home" description: ++++++++1: The story is very short, very ordinary and light. It's not exciting at all, ++++++++2: It's almost the end when the male protagonist appears, so be careful if you can't accept it. ++++++++3: The three views of the characters in the story are not the same as the three views of the author. The story is just a story.
Intention: The meaning of waiting is that you know he will come back. So you wait