Behind her lay unfamiliar streetscapes, accompanied by the persistent patter of rain.
When she spoke, her chin tilted slightly upward, her form proud yet beautiful.
Simply standing there, without doing anything, she resembled the boldest stroke in a landscape painting, unexpectedly entering one's field of view, unreasonably yet breathtakingly stunning.
In that moment, Si Chu became acutely aware that she was vivid and real, within reach.
The dissatisfaction in his heart gradually faded away, leaving only a scorching heat at the core, his Adam's apple quivered, his knuckles tightened, as he struggled to contain some emotion.
He wanted to touch her, but it seemed he could find no appropriate reason to do so now.
All he could tell himself was,
Hold on, just hold on a bit longer.
But in the next second, a hand slowly climbed his sleeve, caressing up like a kitten, pressing against the back of his hand lightly as a dragonfly skims water, leaving behind a trace of warmth.
