Her name was Shui Miao.
A girl whose name had five water radicals in it.
Yet she had neither a waterlike nature nor long, flowing hair as soft as water.
She wasn't as delicate as water, but her voice was as clear and cool as a stream.
She said his name with a hint of disdain.
“Qi Yang, Qi Yang. Your looks certainly don't live up to your name.”
Soft and sweet.
Forced to return to China to take refuge amid a struggle for power within his family, he met her in the springtime of youth. They fell in love during the rainy season, then parted.
“What if you can't find me?”
“Then I'll watch the evening news and see how you manage to escape my grasp.”
Years later, she was a hugely popular news anchor in City A. His father had won the family power struggle, and he had become a dominant force in his own right.
What would become of their love?
Could they return to that springtime, to that rainy season?
Not bad, not bad, I caught up with my brother and sister
Nice writing ~ keep up the hard work ~~