The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Soon, the whole city was shrouded in a hazy curtain of rain.
The transparent silk threads are mixed with the cold breath that wants to isolate everything, and they are menacing and endless.
Just now, one or two strangers could be seen on the road from time to time, and together with the constant flow of traffic, they all disappeared from sight.
Nothing could be heard except the sound of rain.
The girl with long, silky hair by the river was surrounded by the overwhelming rain and had nowhere to go.
After watching her silently for a while, he held a transparent straight-handled umbrella and approached her from behind.
"Why don't you take shelter from the rain?"
Countless raindrops fell on the umbrella, making a noisy crackling sound.
"Because... I can't escape." She replied in a low voice.
Um?
What answer is this?
"Why can't you avoid it?"
"If you can't avoid it, you just can't avoid it..."
She didn't look back at him as she said these words.
He couldn't see her face that must be willful and embarrassed at this moment.
However, there was something deepest suppressed in her voice that seemed ready to burst out at any moment.
He stepped forward and raised the umbrella in his hand to her head.
"——Look, aren't you hiding now?"
With a confused expression, she turned her head.
Beside her, Wayne looked at her calmly.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and even the sound of rain seemed to become much quieter.
The wind and rain gradually went away, and the silence of the night came again, with an indescribable and peaceful flavor.
After a while.
"I...I think I've seen you before." She just said.
"Really?" Wayne smiled, "Maybe I saw it in my dream."
——Is this her regret in her previous life?
Although there is no cause and effect, a lot can be seen just from these fragments.
Conflicts with classmates, conflicts with family members...
Also, the fear of love.
Before that, Wayne was not completely unaware that Chris seemed to have no need for a relationship.
She rarely pulls her to show affection in front of others, and rarely shows her unrelenting and passionate offensive towards herself.
More often than not, it feels as plain as water.
As for the degree of dependence on oneself, it may be no different from ordinary family members and friends.
But he doesn't like this.
Whenever she wants to draw a line between herself and herself, he can't help but want to harass her, tease her, and take advantage of her.
It's like she wants to use this kind of thing to prove that in her heart, she is a different existence.
Later, he did it.
Chris actually gave up an entire forest for his crooked-necked tree.
But--
This tree with its crooked neck has suddenly changed its mind.
Life...why is it so ironic?
Any words seemed weak. He could only stretch out the hand without an umbrella and hug her tightly.
Her clothes, which were already wet from the rain, also had water stains on her body.
Chris... No, it should be called Jiang Nanyu.
Her expression was confused, like a fish swimming in the river with only seven seconds of memory.
"sorry……"
He said.
"Although I don't know why you are apologizing, I will never forgive someone just because he apologizes." The response was cold.
But what was inconsistent with her words and deeds was that she slowly raised her hands and hugged his waist back.
As if she was greedy for the warmth on his body, the girl rested her entire body weight on him.
In the rainy night, their breaths touched each other.
"Can I kiss you?" Wayne asked suddenly.
"No." She refused without thinking.
"Why?"
"Because I don't know your name yet."
Name...?
He laughed lowly, "I'm Wayne, Wayne Wincher."
As if it was a matter of course, Wayne said to her——
"I'm here to pick you up, come home with me."
As these words fell, all the colors around him faded away, the tall buildings turned into nothing, and the night turned into day.
It's like illusion disappears and reality finally appears.
A familiar courtyard appeared in front of us, it was Duke Wenche's Mansion.
On the large green lawn, all the relatives and friends gathered together, laughing and playing.
When they saw her appearing with Wayne holding her hand, everyone showed bright and warm smiles.
"Chris, where have you been naughty again?" Her mother, Mrs. Ashwell, waved to her, "Come here quickly~ I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The white dog at home also stared at her with round black eyes and barked "woof, woof, woof" excitedly at her, then scurried back and forth among the crowd, wagging its tail.
ah……
This is my home...
I'm Chrissy...
In an instant, many images came to mind.
My body also unknowingly regained Chris's appearance.
She remembered.
Amidst the chaos of thoughts, Chris could not help but turn her head and look at Wayne.
He was still the same, looking at her with ardent eyes and showing his usual reliable smile.
"Can I kiss you? Miss Chrissy."
he asked again.
Chrissy was startled for a moment, then laughed with him.
With a shy smile, she stood up on her tiptoes and moved her pink lips closer to him.
Wayne was overjoyed and held her in his arms, preparing to have a good time with her.
——Dream, suddenly woke up.
Wayne:? ? ?
At some point, it was already bright outside the window.
Looking at the familiar ceiling above his head, Wayne couldn't help but doubt his life.
Wait, wasn’t I controlling Chrissy’s dream?
Why did I even fall asleep? !
Did those things happen in Chris’s dream or mine? Chris...does she still retain the memory of her appearance in the dream?
There were all question marks in his mind, and Wayne just felt confused.
After thinking for a long time, he didn't know when the deviation started. He sighed in frustration, lifted up the thin blanket and climbed out of bed.
I thought I might be able to tell something from Chris's reaction, but the situation was obviously different from what I imagined.
This morning, Chrissy behaved extremely normally.
From her expression, there was no hint of any emotional fluctuations that had occurred before.
Neither more pleasant than usual nor any lower than usual.
Just ordinary, still spending time as usual.
After the two of them got into the carriage, Wayne finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked tentatively: "Chris...how did you sleep last night?"
Chris looked at him strangely, as if she didn't understand why he asked such a question.
"It's okay." She said.
...How much more can it be?
Wayne scratched his head.
