It's been a long time indeed. It lasted long enough for the young man to lose the scent of soap locust on his school uniform and replace it with the refreshing smell of cedar; long enough that even the position of the small light brown mole at the end of his eye needed to be reconfirmed. Jiang Yueming clenched her lesson plan folder tightly, and her nails made crescent marks on her palms. It turns out that there is no need for lightning and thunder to reunite, only an ordinary night rain can make the old time wet.
Intention: Reunion