In Jiang Zao's memory, it always rained continuously in those years.
In the humid climate, she passed Zheng Jialin many times and saw him in many ways: laughing with people, answering questions, and even holding hands and hugging people.
Occasionally, with luck, Zheng Jialin's unintentional glance would meet hers. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he restrained himself the next moment and nodded politely towards her.
It was obvious that the other party acted casually.
Jiang Zao will think wildly for a long time.
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At that time, the raindrops were cold, but also gentle.
The frequency is neither too big nor too small, and it doesn't exceed the rules.
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So Jiang Zao never thought about it,
Four years later this rain will suddenly become heavier.
Intention: Regret and perfection have the same weight.
