Winter Time

[Life may not go as planned, but love can gently make up for it]

[Liang Jiaqian once knew Weiwei]

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I first met Liang Jiaqian on a rainy day.

The umbrella I was holding broke, and cold raindrops splashed against my calves, sending a chill through me. I stood by the roadside in a miserable state.

Just then, an SUV behind me suddenly stopped.

Before I could react, the window rolled down, and the man in the driver's seat held out a navy-blue umbrella.

Because of the angle, I couldn't see the man's face clearly.

In the endless rain, all I could see was his wrist, its sharply defined bones as he reached out with the umbrella. It became a scene that belonged uniquely to that rainy day.

The man's fingers were long and slender, his knuckles sharply defined, and veins stood out on the back of his hand. Rain soaked his strong forearm.

Raindrops slid along the veins of his wrist like a swaying fish's tail.

I stared at the scene and lost myself for a moment.

Amid the roar of the rain, the man in the driver's seat seemed to say something, but I couldn't make it out.

It wasn't until I got home that I suddenly thought of the man who had handed me an umbrella in the rain.

On the back of his hand, over the raised knuckle of one finger, there was a small, crescent-shaped scar.

Like moonlight.

Later, I learned the man's name: Liang Jiaqian.

Liang Jiaqian and I fell in love in winter, and parted on a winter night.

The year we separated, the Liang family in Hong Kong was embroiled in endless turmoil.

One day, I received a brand-new women's wallet that he had asked a friend to bring me.

The wallet was handmade, and exactly like the one I'd bought overseas during university, used for years, and accidentally scratched.

I looked at it, my heart turning faintly sour, and reached out to open it.

I hadn't expected to find a photograph inside the inner pocket.

When I saw the old photograph, I was stunned into silence for a long time.

It showed me at sixteen.

My face was still childish, and my smile looked a little silly.

On the back of the photograph, in his handwriting, was a sentence.

Liang Jiaqian once knew Weiwei.

At that moment, my nose stung and tears spilled down my face.

I clutched the photograph of my sixteen-year-old self, sobbing as tears fell like rain.

*Beautiful cafe owner x gentle, refined heir from Hong Kong's social circles

*Modern-day fairy tale / third-person narration / the male lead has two names (Liang Jiaqian / Zhang Qingyue)

*Set in the same city as Borrowed Summer. Add it to your collection if you're interested.

*Add Deng Shi's Butterfly's Cruel Love to your collection if you're interested.

Theme: Life may not go as planned, but love can gently make up for it.