"Nie Anran, can we... ever go back to how things were?" The man stared at the slender figure before him, brow furrowed, his cool eyes fixed on her back.
It was as if he hoped she would turn around, and yet as if he was waiting for her answer.
The rain was still pouring furiously. It was midsummer, and yet the woman couldn't stop trembling. Perhaps it was because she was soaked, or perhaps it was because of the question the man behind her had asked.
The woman slowly turned around, wearing a smile. She didn't know that the smile looked worse than a sob. She tried to control her emotions, hoping to make her voice sound normal.
But the moment she spoke, she realized it was all in vain. Her voice trembled violently. "You know... we... can't go back! We can never go back!"
"I do love you! I really do! But... I don't know how things ended up like this..."
Perhaps...
Our meeting... was a mistake...
Five years earlier...
Some people are a blessing to meet, even just once.
