Qin Qingnan thought that the girl upstairs, whom he couldn't let go of, had heartlessly abandoned him. She seemed to sleep soundly, regardless of whether he was missing her in the rain.
But the truth was, Lin Ziran upstairs was suffering no less than he was.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and the more she tried to sleep, the more intensely she missed him. Sometimes she worried he might catch a cold, sometimes she worried he wasn't sleeping well, and other times she feared the stormy night might cause him harm.
On such a night, everyone should be cozy at home, but her man was in the pouring rain, keeping watch for her.
The more she thought about it, the more unbearable the heartache became, until she was breathless from the pain. She quickly tumbled out of bed and went to the window to pull the curtain open just a crack.
Sure enough, the car downstairs was still parked under the streetlight, enduring the thunder and rain.
Lin Ziran's tears fell instantaneously.
