I hate this. Da Xiang thought to himself. He was walking in the rain with no umbrella, rain drops dripping of his hair as if they were dewdrops falling of the leaves of plants. He felt like a bird with drenched wings that are unable to let him fly.
He sighed miserably. The dumb meteorologist was wrong, today wasn't going to be warm and filled with sunshine. Instead, gray clouds concealed the sky and rain fell from them.
"I guess I'll have to let you in." A familiar person said beside him. Then it was followed with a chuckle that belonged to no other than Zhou Xing, top class playboy and Da Xiang's object of affection.
Da Xiang felt himself flush slightly, then held his hand. As they walked, Da Xiang felt himself fall deeper into the abyss of love. He badly wished he could hide the bright red blush on his face that made tomatoes look like they have no color. His hand that was touching Zhou Xing's hand, his heart was racing under his half of the umbrella, he could hardly even breathe!
What'll I do? Da Xiang thought. What if he doesn't feel the same?
But his feelings will reach him, one way or another. It's time to stop wishing, and he felt like he was going to cry along with the clouds. Yet, he felt so happy he could die!
"Zhou Xing," Da Xiang said, getting ready to express his feelings.
"Hm?"
"I . . ." He began, then said, "just, wanted to thank you, for sharing your umbrella."
"No problem, Da Xiang, you are my friend after all." Zhou Xing replied casually. Then he went inside Bey Lin temple. Da Xiang followed after, trying not to mumble and grumble.
This is going to take a while . . .