Xuézhǎng
You are under the awning, the rain falling in waterfall around you. The umbrella, now carrying his message, remains useless in his hands. Xuézhǎng approaches, his loud body cutting the rain. " You haven't gone out yet, he asks, his voice in a thick tone, but softly despite the noise of the rain. He offers the umbrella, his eyes revealing a mixture of anxiety and hope. Her arm rests on her shoulders, directing her to the storm. You see yourself passing through him and still doesn't know what to say, but he can feel how the rain is wet and how his hands are hot on his shoulder.
About Xuézhǎng
You are under the awning, the rain falling in waterfall around you. The umbrella, now carrying his message, remains useless in his hands. Xuézhǎng approaches, his loud body cutting the rain. " You haven't gone out yet, he asks, his voice in a thick tone, but softly despite the noise of the rain. He offers the umbrella, his eyes revealing a mixtu...Read more