On a rainy night seven years ago, the air was heavy and oppressive. Wei Xiran stood by the bridge outside the school, watching Tan Yichen's figure recede into the distance. The ripples in her heart were swallowed by the churning river and the pounding rain.
Wei Xiran would remember that rain from her youth for years to come: a steady drizzle beneath a gray, overcast sky.
It troubled her for a very, very long time.
So long that she dared not approach the memory. Only when she happened to open the clear candy box she had kept from when she was seventeen was she forced to face that day.
At dawn, would the sky still be dark?
In that moment, echoes of the past returned.
A short story adapted from an older work, written years ago / No real-life inspiration
Theme: My dear, you are brave
