I still recall the rainy night before, when the wind lifted up the white umbrella. The two met by chance, but they didn't know what would happen next.
When the rain starts this time, the wind blows the umbrella as usual. Don't forget the people of those days…
If we hadn't met in the rain that day and you hadn't lent me the umbrella, would our ending have been different?
Note: 1v1; be; This article was co-created by two people (the person who wrote it is usually not online), the writing is poor, the plot is bloody, there are references to the history, the world view is complex, I write whatever comes to mind, the content may be very confusing, light comment
Purpose: Cherish the opportunity, pursue justice, and work hard in the present