I stood in the pouring rain, the water streaming down my hair and mixing with the tears on my cheeks, making it impossible to tell rain from tears. Before me stood Li Yuejie, soaked to the skin, his white shirt clinging to his frame, his hair in disarray from the downpour. Yet his eyes were still fixed stubbornly on me, carrying a heartbreaking persistence.
"Su Nian, don't say that." His voice was torn to shreds by the sound of the rain, but it still reached me clearly. Looking at him, I thought of all those years between us crushed to dust by time, and a dull ache welled up in my heart.
Seven years ago, I was just a naive girl who had just stepped onto a university campus. At the freshmen orientation, I saw Li Yuejie for the first time. He stood on stage, playing the guitar and singing folk songs, the sunlight streaming through the windows and casting a glow over him. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat uncontrollably. Later I learned that he was the talented pride of the music department—not only was he skilled at the guitar, but he also wrote his own songs, enjoying quite a bit of fame on campus.
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