The Rain of Unrequited Love

🩵The story is complete. Thank you for your support. This book has been signed for publication in simplified Chinese and is undergoing continuous revisions. For the latest updates, see my vb: Dongyi Dongdong. The first time Wen Shutang saw Zhou Jiarang was on a damp, sweltering evening. Rain poured down in sheets and mist filled the air. Wen Shutang accidentally lost her wallet and searched for it along the roadside in the rain. Muddy water soaked the hem of her skirt. Just as she was feeling miserable and flustered, a black umbrella appeared over her head. In the hazy, dim light, the boy wore a white T-shirt. His features were sharply defined, his expression distant. The veins along his arm stood out as he held her wallet and asked in a low, husky voice, “Yours?” Wen Shutang nodded. The instant their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat. Later, they became classmates. She watched him blaze with confidence, watched him become the center of attention, watched his name rise to the top of the honor roll, and watched his desk fill with love letters. He was a defiant, gifted boy born for greatness. She was one face in the crowd. Their lives were worlds apart, like parallel lines that would never meet. Until the night the school lost power. Wen Shutang was trapped in the equipment room, and Zhou Jiarang rushed over in a flurry. His hair was tousled across his forehead. He bent down slightly, draped his jacket over her shoulders, and wiped the tears from the corner of her eye. His voice was full of undisguised concern. “Don’t cry.” “I’m here.” - No one knew about their secret romance. Years later, when they met again, Zhou Jiarang was still untouchable. A pretty girl with red lips and white teeth smiled as she approached him, and he moved easily through a world of luxury and indulgence. Wen Shutang sat in a corner, her fingertips digging into her palm, afraid to cross even the slightest line. After several rounds of drinks, it was time for truth or dare. Wen Shutang was unlucky enough to be picked and asked whether she had ever had someone unforgettable in her youth. She lowered her lashes and forced herself to answer calmly. “No.” But that same night, in the dim, murky corridor, Zhou Jiarang caught her by the wrist and, fighting to hold himself back, pulled her into his arms. “Do you really not remember me?” Alcohol had reddened the corners of his eyes. His voice was low and soft, tinged with defeat. “But I think about you every day.” - Wen Shutang had always thought that their past, hidden away from the light, had been nothing more to Zhou Jiarang than a passing fancy of youth. One day, she opened an old phone and found dozens of emails in an account she hadn’t used in ages. They were all from Zhou Jiarang. The plane trees by the Li River have turned yellow again. Tangtang, I miss you so much. [A secret crush is a rain that never stops. You pass beneath an umbrella, leaving me soaked through.] Gifted golden boy × sensitive, quiet girl Medical technology × French translator A secret crush comes true / mutual healing / reunion after years apart / each other’s one and only / happy ending Neither lead is perfect. Please don’t try to tell me how to write. If this isn’t for you, feel free to drop it. All professional and technical details are based on information found online. Please don’t scrutinize them too closely. My next book will be another story of healing in the same series, Tide of Summer. Please add it to your favorites, everyone! Lin Youxia first properly met Liang Siyu on an early summer evening. Cicadas screamed in the oppressive heat as Lin Youxia dragged her suitcase behind her and followed her mother to their new home on Yanling Lane. Beside a damp, mottled stone wall stood a tall, slender figure. The boy wore a black T-shirt. The sharp, clean lines of his profile blended into the murky night. Lin Youxia knew who he was. Liang Siyu, the notorious delinquent at No. 9 Middle School: brazen, reckless, and defiant. He was a regular on the disciplinary reports and a frequent topic on the school forum. Her mother raised a hand to introduce them. “This is your Uncle Liang’s son.” Liang Siyu’s dark eyes swept over her skirt. He looked up, his expression cool, and warned her without a trace of kindness, “Stay away from me.” Living under the same roof, they kept out of each other’s way, until that late night It had just rained, and the air was thick with the smell of wet earth. After a fight with her mother, Lin Youxia climbed over the wall and ran away from home. On the deserted street, she crouched with her arms wrapped around her knees. Two minutes passed before someone stepped into view. Liang Siyu stood before her, dressed in black, one hand in his pocket. In the dark, inscrutable atmosphere, the glowing red tip between his fingers stood out painfully bright. A cold wind blew. He stubbed out his cigarette and looked down at her reddened eyes. Time seemed to freeze. A small laugh escaped his throat. His voice was low and husky as he held out a hand. “Want to come with me?” - Years later, they met again on another rainy day. In a bar full of revelry, she was being humiliated and bullied by her boyfriend. Her long dress was damp with spilled alcohol and clung to her skin. Just as she stood there, miserable and flustered, that familiar cool presence drew near. Ignoring the eyes on them, Liang Siyu took off his jacket and carefully draped it over her shoulders. A busybody noticed something was going on and asked about their relationship. Lin Youxia’s lashes trembled, her back rigid. “I don’t know him.” Liang Siyu looked at her, his expression unchanged, and said nothing. After several rounds of drinks, in an unobserved corner, Liang Siyu gripped her slender wrist hard enough to leave a red mark and shoved her against the wall. “Pretending you don’t know me?” His breath was hot as he bit her lip as if taking out his frustration. In a low, husky voice, he demanded, “Had enough of playing?” “I’m giving you one last chance.” “Him or me?” [When he was eighteen, he tattooed the word summer over his heart to commemorate a love that had come to nothing.] [He gave everything he had, waiting for his summer to return to him.] Reunion after years apart / rekindled love / mutual healing / mutual secret crush Each other’s one and only / each other’s first love / neither lead is perfect. The boyfriend mentioned in the blurb is a misunderstanding. Author’s note: Love makes people brave. Remember to grow up well.