Eerie atmosphere

  It's been a long time since I heard his voice, with a hint of a smile, and a sense of satisfaction, "I'm still with you after all these years."

  Seven years, just two words, but it seems to have exhausted half of his life's energy, waiting for someone who doesn't know where he is submerged, hopelessly waiting, day after day, year after year. On those quiet nights, he alone looked at the starry sky and silently told himself that she would come back.

  She will always come back because this is where she belongs, and he is the only one who belongs to her.

  Time passed silently, and Nie Zhiyan felt that every minute and second was passing particularly slowly. She would look at her phone for a while, then look away, feeling somewhat annoyed.

  The heavy rain had been falling for half an hour, and the air in the car was getting more and more stifling. Lu Yiheng rolled down a window, and a blast of fresh air rushed in.

  Nie Zhiyan took a deep breath, and the flush on her face faded somewhat due to the sudden cold air, only then did she feel a bit better.

  Lu Yiheng opened the window next to him, and the rainwater flowed in. In just a few dozen seconds, his sweater was soaked.

  "Better?"

  Nie Zhiyan nodded slightly and turned to look at him, her eyebrows furrowing instantly. "Lu Yiheng, quickly roll up the window, your clothes are wet."

  He obediently closed the window and said faintly, "It's nothing."

  His hair and face were covered with rainwater, a few strands of short hair stuck to his forehead, sparkling water droplets fell down, dripping onto his half-wet sweater, but the misty breath in his eyes was so carefree.

  Nie Zhiyan pulled out a few paper towels from the drawer, bent down to wipe the water droplets on his forehead and hair without any awkwardness, muttering to himself, "Why did you open the front window? You could have opened the back one, then you wouldn't have gotten wet."

  Her face was only ten centimeters away from the tip of his nose, and the warm air she breathed out splashed onto his face, carrying a faint lemon scent that blended into the vast misty atmosphere.

  "Lu Yiheng, when did you become so stupid?" Her voice was laced with a hint of tension and unease. "Your clothes are wet, what if you catch a cold?"

  She wiped it while asking him: "Is there any spare clothes in the car except for that windbreaker?"

  Not a sound was heard from him for quite some time. Nie Zhiyan looked at him with lowered eyebrows, but suddenly froze.

  The heavy rain outside continued, the rain had weakened a bit, but the outlines of the surrounding scenery were still indistinct, vaguely merging into the vast expanse of rain. She slightly furrowed her brow, her curved eyebrows and bright eyes shone with an unusual light.

  Never had I seen such a gaze from Lu Yiheng, scorching, repressed, and suffocating, as if brewing thick fog.

  Nie Zhiyan's hand was still on Lu Yiheng's forehead, maintaining the posture of wiping away tears. Her heart thumped and thumped, as if it were going to jump out of her chest.

  "...you," his low voice was interrupted by him, he pulled her hand into his palm, raised an eyebrow and looked at her, saying in a deep voice: "Your hands are very cold."

  She has a cold constitution, and her hands and feet are icy all winter. Now it's just the beginning of autumn, but her hands are already so cold. She also has a habit of freezing her hands, and in high school, he prepared a hand warmer for her every day to prevent her hands from freezing.

  Lu Yiheng sighed and furrowed his brow, asking her, "Are you cold?"

  Add some more tomorrow! Looking forward to it!!!!!

  Small theater:

  This afternoon when I was attending an elective course, the girl behind me poked me with her pen. I thought she wanted to talk about something important, but instead she said: "Hey, you're so serious in class, you must be one of those people who sleep early and wake up early, I saw that you were taking notes throughout the whole class." She looked at me with a "you're so awesome" expression.

  "I'm usually the last one to sleep in the dorm, although I don't get up the latest, but honestly, it's not early at all. And can I say that I was just contemplating 'Flowing Years' and drafting?"

  The annual flow really needs to be drafted, and I modified it many times on the draft paper before deciding to post each chapter. After all, there are only more than 1 million words, and the requirements are very precise!