The night was still, and a light rain began to fall.
Nan Jia ducked into a bus shelter, hoping to catch the last bus.
Rain dotted her glasses, but she still saw a car pull up in front of the stop. Its window slowly rolled down, and through the damp air, the person inside looked over at her.
Nan Jia folded her arms and took shelter from the rain without even glancing at him.
Through the fine rain, the refined, distant man in the car finally called out softly, "Nan Jia?"
Nan Jia lifted her face and looked at him calmly. "Sorry, who are you?"
After a long pause, he answered heavily, "Si Heng."
The headlights flashed. Memories of their youth stung her, and Nan Jia fell silent.
You left without a word back then. What makes you think I should remember you now?
Theme: Be someone who shines without blinding, gentle yet strong.
