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She still remembered that cold winter, when she confessed her love to him through the screen, there was a burst of warmth in her chest. Unfortunately, the final response she got was, "Do you think I will like you?" Later, a violent storm came, and she stood on an empty street. The wind and rain around her were blocked by a black umbrella. He slowly said, "How about we give it a try?" She forced herself to smile, even if she was acting as a spare tire or a licker. She spoke softly, "Then you have to think carefully. Once you hold hands, I won't let you go." Ps: If I don't write until the last moment, I won't be able to decide the final ending, so friends, please read the prologue and get into the trap. Modified from the prototype\u002F Female protagonist's perspective\u002F God's perspective