The years after the college entrance examination had been like a long but gentle rain.
Pu Yu's columns, serialized in magazines, had gained a large readership through their delicate prose and heartfelt emotion. Editors had begun approaching her, one after another.
After more than six months of discussions, she finally signed with a well-regarded publisher, gathering and organizing her writing from the past few years into a physical book.
The book was titled Letters in the Rain.
On the day the books came off the press, the publisher sent sample copies to her home.
Pu Yu opened the package and cradled the book, which still smelled of fresh ink, turning it over and leafing through it again and again. The cover was teal, with a design featuring Small Town beneath clear skies after the rain. The title was handwritten-in her own handwriting.
When Yuan Su returned from the lab, he found her curled up on the sofa, grinning to herself, and leaned over for a look.
"The sample copies are here?"
Pu Yu nodded and handed him the book.
Yuan Su took it and opened the title page. It was blank, still unsigned.
He looked up at her and deliberately asked, "Who gets the first copy?"
Pu Yu thought for a moment. "It's for... me!"
Yuan Su smiled, then bent down and kissed her forehead.
"Nothing for your boyfriend?"
"My boyfriend has to buy his own!"
A month later, the publisher got in touch: the first print run was selling well, and they wanted to capitalize on the momentum by holding a book signing.
Pu Yu was stunned for a long while after receiving the call.
"A book signing?"
"Yes, at the Dongzhou Cultural Arts Center, this Saturday afternoon. Don't be nervous. You'll just meet your readers, chat with them,