The constant drizzle fell upon us, soaking our clothes.
Then Ouyang Yu said,
"Very well. Choose a date to marry."
With those words, he walked away, leaving the courtyard gate.
Song Zhen leaned against the courtyard gate frame.
She looked at the sunflowers filling the courtyard.
A relaxed smile appeared on her face.
As if some great mission had been accomplished.
The sunflowers were in full bloom.
Song Zhen stepped into the courtyard.
She looked carefully.
Yes, these sunflowers are truly annoying.
Just like that woman, making her annoyed.
But, it doesn't matter anymore.
Song Zhen reached out and snapped off one of the sunflowers.
In her weak voice, there was victory,
"In the end, you still didn't win against me."
As she spoke, the broken sunflower fell to the ground with a plop.
Falling into the mud, stained with dirt.
Uncertain of the day.
By chance, Ouyang Yu wandered back to the courtyard gate.
He pushed open the courtyard door.
He hesitated for a moment.
