At noon, she was thinking about what to eat.
He walked towards her direction, looked at the sky outside the glass window, and said pleasantly: "The weather is really nice."
She muttered: "What's better? These dark clouds..."
He pressed his hand on the right side of her table, deliberately came over and stood next to her, very close to her, and said softly with a smile: "Don't you like it? What kind of weather do you like?"
The faint fragrance mixed with the warm wind came towards her face. She felt her face was a little hot. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at him. She pursed her lips and smiled, and then responded as if she had lost her mind: "I like them all."
After a while, the rain started to fall heavily.
She opened the window, smelled the city's unique smell of rain mixed with earth, and saw a train coming through a railway tunnel not far away.
Concept: She is thinking, what exactly does she love about him? Love him with a broken soul, love him with weighing pros and cons, love him with mixed feelings? A stream of wind and moon once shone on her, she knew it.
