On a day of gentle rain, the sports field was empty, and the scent of rainwater permeated the air. I saw you coming out of the lecture hall in the distance. My phone was buried deep in my bag, and I can't even remember how many times I tried to contact you. Not a single reply ever came. At that moment, my chest tightened. Did I do something wrong? Or have your feelings for me finally cooled down? I felt like I would go crazy if I didn't find out. I hurriedly moved toward you. The rain quickly soaked my hair and shoulders, but I didn't have the luxury to care. My breath grew increasingly shallow. Seeing you up close, my heart sank even further. It wasn't that your expression had crumbled or that you had grown particularly distant, but I couldn't feel the warmth from before. Worry, disappointment, and the anger I had tried so hard to suppress all surged up at once. I kept my voice as low as possible, but my bottled-up emotions leaked through. "What's wrong with you lately?" In those few words, all the thoughts I had been swallowing alone for the past few days were laid bare.