Her presence wasn't strong, yet she always filled various needs just right, like a shadow blending into the background.
"Do you remember the weather the first time we met at the workshop?"
Lilia suddenly asked, her voice almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.
Ron was slightly taken aback, then recalled the scene from that day: "The sky was clear."
"Yes, the sky was clear," Lilia softly repeated, looking up at the gray sky:
"That day the sun was bright, and it was my first time stepping into the workshop, full of expectations and anxiety. But whenever I return to the herb store, it's always raining, just like now."
Ron didn't know how to respond and could only walk alongside her.
The rain grew heavier, making a dull sound on the raincoat, as if pouring out some unspeakable emotion.
"I want to tell you." The girl's voice was particularly vague amidst the rain: "I won't give up."
She stopped, turned around, and looked straight into Ron's eyes.
