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When I was sixteen, I went on a trip to Guangdong with my mom and my aunt.
On the train, I saw a boy who looked to be in his early twenties. Wearing a cap and headphones, he leaned against the window, listening to music in the spring sunshine.
I was sitting on the upper bunk and had just gotten ready to secretly take a photo when he suddenly looked up. Our eyes met. I turned away and pretended to play on my phone, but an unfamiliar warmth stirred inside me.
"Miss, you shouldn't take pictures of people without permission."
"I know. I'm sorry."
After he scolded me, I quickly lowered my head, my ears burning red.
The train sped along. By the third night, when we reached Guangdong, I had agonized over it for ages but still didn't have the courage to ask for his contact information.
We walked away with our backs to each other. I didn't dare say goodbye or look back.
We had met for three days. He didn't know my name, and I didn't know his. It was perfectly ordinary, yet somehow I still ended up in tears.
A train, a boy, a secret photograph, a private thrill, a racing heart, a crush.
That day, he was ahead of me, neither close nor far away. I looked out the window, and my heart pounded as it told me, I like him.
But three days of unrelenting rain drowned out the sound of my feelings for him.
"The rain is still falling"
"As if it's trying to speak"
Theme: Can you hear it?
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