On a rainy night seven years ago, it was dull and depressing. Wei Xiran stood on the bridge outside the school, watching Tan Yichen's back fade away. The ripples in his heart were washed away by the rippling river water and the surging rain.
Later, Wei Xiran still remembered the rain he got caught in when he was young. It was a continuous rain with a gray sky.
It troubled her for a long time.
It has been so long that I dare not get close to my memories. I accidentally opened the transparent box of fructose that I kept when I was seventeen, and I had no choice but to face this day.
Will the color of the sky in the morning be still dark?
At that moment, there were echoes of the past.
·Reformed short stories from many years ago/no prototype
Intention: My dear, you are brave
