The Rain Is Long

I once chose to be on the road of emotion, but I never hesitated. The tacky way of looking at things along the way made me know that I may not understand love, but just rely on the novelty. For a period of time, I desperately wanted a soothing medicine, but the beautiful poppy blooming on the ruins kept me away. But the clivia in the garden was strangely dry, and I realized who should I water this dew to. My name is Xie Jiao, and this is my story...