Fan Yun remembers Saturday eight years ago very clearly.
That was the day I separated from An Xue.
The weather was sultry that day, and the air was sticky and suffocating.
Fan Yun grabbed An Xuan's wrist and said, "Are you really going to leave?"
"What's the weather like tomorrow?"
Fan Yun was slightly stunned, "It will rain tomorrow."
"Remember to bring an umbrella." An Xuan let go of Fan Yun's hand and left.
Intention: upward