Ye Cheng watched him appear out of nowhere, then watched him vanish just as suddenly.
That day, he received a little white flower with no roots. Yet, miraculously, it grew at an astonishing rate.
When they met again, Ye Cheng was forced to sleep while hugging the little white flower.
After that... Ye Cheng could only sleep in his arms.
The little white flower withered. On that rainy day, they met again.
[Two short stories. Both are very short, but they mean different things.]
Theme: Remember to use an umbrella when it rains.
It's a very gentle short story. I've been in a bad mood recently, so I didn't expect to find this article for me. Is it out there? "Showers"???