The next few days after that rainy night, Wen Yu couldn’t stop smiling. Every small thing reminded him of Li Zhi — the sound of rain hitting the window, the faint scent of jasmine tea, even the way the streetlights flickered when dusk fell.
He told himself it wasn’t love. Not yet. But every time his phone lit up with Li Zhi’s name, his heart said otherwise.
Li Zhi started visiting the café more often. Sometimes he’d arrive early, just to help Wen Yu wipe the tables or restock the shelves. When their hands brushed, neither of them pulled away anymore.
One evening, after the shop closed, Wen Yu was cleaning the counter when Li Zhi quietly said,
“Walk with me?”
The city lights glowed softly on the wet pavement. They walked side by side under one umbrella. Their shoulders kept touching — once, twice — until Wen Yu shyly shifted closer.
Li Zhi looked at him from the corner of his eye. “You always smile when it rains,” he said.
“That’s because I met you on a rainy day,” Wen Yu replied, blushing.
Li Zhi stopped walking. The world around them blurred — cars passing, voices fading, rain whispering like a secret. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Wen Yu’s ear.
“You shouldn’t say things like that so easily,” Li Zhi murmured. “Someone might fall for you.”
Wen Yu looked up, eyes wide and warm. “Then fall.”
For a moment, they just stood there — two hearts in one umbrella, two souls in the same breath. Then Li Zhi leaned down, and their foreheads touched, rain softly falling around them.
No kiss. Just warmth. A promise.
When they parted, Wen Yu laughed quietly, heart trembling. “You’re bad for my heartbeat,” he whispered.
Li Zhi smiled. “Then I’ll take responsibility.”
