The rain outside grew stronger, and when he heard the rustling of the rain, it caused him to inexplicably lose his patience. She was hanging her head slightly, and her earring was hitting her clothes slightly. Under the light, two small dark shadows flickered on her exquisite ginger-colored qipao. The material of her qipao was a kind of soft and slippery satin, but the light shining on it was a cold, bright white. He thought back to when he held her within his embrace, the icily cold satin against his arm, along with her scalding hot skin, gave him a confused and wild kind of joy, as if he were a moth flying towards fire.
But now, only the cold impression of satin was left on his arm, and this coldness slowly drained to his heart, where it turned into an uninhibited pain. He clearly understood that he had lost, her earring was still swaying there, like an uneasy heart, it swayed as his feelings became even more jumbled, until he was unable to think clearly.