The mole under your eye is the thorn in my heart
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Shen Que was seventeen years old when he met Zhou Di.
It was a rainy night, and the rainwater was like broken beads, crackling on the ground and splashing water.
Shen did not bring an umbrella. She was walking alone in the deserted street, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks. Her clothes had already been soaked by the rain, and she was shivering slightly from the cold.
Her embarrassment and vulnerability were unreservedly displayed before Zhou Di's eyes like a faded painting.
Zhou Di had noticed her a long time ago.
She always walks alone, like a stubborn reed, swaying in the wind, seemingly fragile, but never willing to break.
There was an indescribable loneliness in her eyes, like the lake water in late autumn, calm but cool.
Zhou Di stood not far away, also soaked in the rain, looking at Shen Que with eyes full of inquiry.
From that day on, their worlds began to intersect. Zhou Di discovered that behind Shen Que's strength, there was a past that he did not want to mention; and Shen Que gradually realized that Zhou Di's gentleness contained a loneliness similar to hers.
They were like two parallel lines that finally met on a rainy night. They were close to each other and warmed each other.
The rain is still falling, but Shen Que's world is gradually becoming warmer.
Their footsteps left shallow marks on the wet ground, like some kind of silent agreement, heralding a new beginning.
Purpose: Mutual redemption