After the spring thunder, S city ushered in its longest rainy season.
The children were running and shouting holding umbrellas, but the girl stood motionless, as if standing in a gray area where no one cared, her eyelashes dripping with rainwater.
The leaves were gently knocked down by the rain, and an umbrella came to her head.
It was solemn and pure black, and the handle of the umbrella was engraved with the logo of the car that took her aunt away that day.
"Fruit"
Jiang Muhan suddenly looked at the owner of the umbrella with scarlet eyes, his eyes shaking slightly in disbelief.
Ginger fruit.
When this name was mentioned again after so many years, it was like a thunderbolt.
Her past has long been artificially separated, because only forgetting can survive.
Jiang Huai would only want her if she forgot.
The woman lifted the umbrella a little, revealing her entire face. In the blue-gray space, memories penetrated Jiang Muhan's nerves with great impact. Under such scrutinizing eyes, she could not pretend to be the same as facing Jiang Huai, and responded in a deep voice, "Sister Mu Chen..."
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