On a lonely, rainy night, Lu Mingfei ran home clutching his schoolbag. Drenched to the bone, all he received was his aunt’s look of disgust, along with the usual commands and disdain. Yet he only managed a hollow smile, focusing on the dizziness from his cold, and went about his chores as usual. After night fell, sinking into an abyss of pain and confusion, Lu Mingfei suddenly heard a girl’s voice. By chance, a connection was forged, entwining the fates of two people. Perhaps, what Lu Mingfei needed to grow was never strength at all… Furina: “So lonely, so miserable, so sorrowful…” Lu Mingfei: “This suffocating feeling, as if I can barely breathe…” “Sigh…” they both sighed at the same time. “Hm?” they both realized something was off. “There’s a ghost!” they both cried out in unison… The next day, Lu Mingfei fell ill. In the hospital, his aunt looked at him as if he were trash, scolding him relentlessly, as though blaming him for getting sick and wasting money. Instinctively, Lu Mingfei was about to apologize. Suddenly, a voice rang out… “Lu Mingfei, you’ve done nothing wrong—why should you apologize? Just because she’s your aunt? What gives her the right? What gives her the right!” “Thank you for speaking up for me, but… I’ve always just gotten through things like this by enduring them. It’s fine, really. People like me, even if…” “Why should you let it go? You’re… my friend!” … “I am someone who sometimes goes a little mad,” Lu Mingfei said with a smile, many years later.
Rainy Day
Dark clouds draped the sky, raindrops tumbled from the heavens, and the window rattled with their rhythm as the boy sat there, shrouded in gloom and confusion.
Lu Mingfei watched the figure beneath his window, umbrella in hand, receding into the distance. His gaze grew distant and unfocused. He couldn’t help but lean on his desk and wonder in silence, “Chen Wenwen… What does she think about on rainy days?”
A gentle and kind-hearted girl, refined and artistic—surely, at such a moment, her thoughts would be brimming with poetry and romance.
He could never forget that afternoon: Chen Wenwen, dressed in a white dress, sat atop the teacher’s desk humming a tune, smiling as she invited him to join the literature club. That radiant smile was brighter than sunlight, her voice more melodious than any song.
It was all too easy for the windows of a young heart to be thrown open. Inside his room, he dreamed of the girl outside; he watched from afar, his spirit soared, and though separated by walls, he fell in love—nourished by nothing more than a simple smile.
“Hey, school’s over and you’re still hanging around? What are you staring at out the window?”
A clear, crisp voice rang out behind him. Lu Mingfei’s expression shifted ever so slightly; he didn’t even need to look to know who it was—Su Xiaoqiang, the proud little lady of Shilan High.
“Let me guess… Is it Chen Wenwen?”
The girl’s eyes sparkled with mischief and mockery, pride mingled with a touch of disdain. What she saw wasn’t a person but an amusing, lowly creatu