Yin Bai gazed intently at the shadows of trees flying past the window.
Yin Bai suddenly leaned against the window: "It's raining."
Raindrops danced on the window, blurring the view.
Yin Bai rolled down the car window and extended his hand.
The wind slipped through his fingers, carrying moist droplets, inexplicably soothing.
In just a moment, water droplets condensed on Yin Bai's fingers, dripping from his fingertips.
"Don't you like the rain?" Yin Bai suddenly turned to ask Chuzheng.
"It's alright."
"I didn't like it before, but recently I've started liking it more and more. Rainy days feel more comfortable." Yin Bai whispered, "I thought you all liked the rain."
"If you like it, then I like it."
"...Why? Everyone has different preferences. You can like what you like. Why do you like it just because I do?"
"Because..." Chuzheng paused, leaned closer to his ear, and whispered softly, "I like you."
Yin Bai was taken aback.
