Lin Nian likes rain, the boy's refreshing voice in the rainy season, his heartbeat that is almost close to his ears, his bright smile, and his disappearing figure on the long street.
Or the boy in the rain.
Even Lin Nian himself didn't know whether it was the rain, the sound, the heartbeat, the smile, or the unforgettable back view that he liked.
But she clearly knew that he would flourish like a begonia for all seasons in her rotten and smelly youth.
Intention: I wish you happiness