窗外的雨淅淅沥沥地下着，整整一夜。我蜷缩在书桌 chair behind me, holding a glass of tea in one hand and a notebook in the other. The rain poured down without pause, creating a haunting rhythm that seemed to echo through my soul. tonight, i met 李秦 at the library, a woman with sharp eyes and a gentle smile. her eyes held an warmth i couldn’t ignore, and her presence was both familiar and alienating. as we talked about our respective pasts, i realized there was something deeply connected between us, despite the miles apart we had traveled. 李秦’s words were like drops of water meeting a calm sea, luring me to explore the depths of my own memories. she asked me about the rain, about the nights when i felt lost and alone. as i shared stories of those long rainy days, her eyes lit up with understanding, like a flame deciphering an ancient map. in that moment, time seemed to stand still, allowing us to travel through each other’s hearts without a single step forward or backward. the rain continued to fall, but it wasn’t just water cascading from the sky—it was a symphony of emotions, weaving together into something greater than either of us could imagine. i couldn’t help but wonder if she had been waiting for this moment all along, if she was carrying some unfinished business that could only be resolved in the quietest of moments. as the night wore on and the rain grew heavier, i found myself lost in her company, a stranger’s face illuminating my own shadows, and the world around us becoming a tapestry woven with shared memories and unspoken feelings. when the final drop of rain fell, it wasn’t just water; it was a promise between two souls that had walked this earth together—yet remained strangers at heart.
