the rainstorm, my classmates and two of them at night.

A 30-year-old single, I decided to give up going out in the heavy rain and ask for a delivery lunch on the day of the big typhoon hit directly. When the chime rang and the entrance was opened, a classmate who I longed for during my school days stood in wet condition. I was glad to see her again for the first time in a long time, and because of the heavy rainstorm, I decided to let her stay in the rain. It became a good atmosphere in the story of the school days, and I couldn’t help but suppress the unchanging beauty of the eyebrows, the wet underwear and the feeling that I was quietly holding on to the exposed body line.