That year, fireworks bloomed in March, and rain fell...

It's that time of year again, the season of spring blossoms in March. But what comes to mind isn't Li Bai's poem about visiting Yangzhou in the spring, nor have I ever actually been there. Instead, I'm thinking of my distant sex partner.
That was a few years ago, during my time studying abroad. There were so many Chinese students there (you can guess which country I'm referring to), and the student community was essentially divided into two factions, which I didn't pay much attention to. Anyway, to get to the point, once, an event was held by international students, and out of boredom, I went to participate. There was a painting depicting the vibrant spring of March, so I stopped to admire it. Suddenly, a delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils—truly a delicate fragrance. Looking up, I saw a long-haired, pretty girl also looking at
the painting. I smiled and said, "You like it too?" She replied, "Yes." She was shy yet very approachable. I have no resistance to such pure and innocent girls. We chatted casually, and I poured out all my knowledge of the painting. She asked with surprise, "You like this painting too?" I uttered the words from the title of this article: "Yes, I love 'Spring Rain in March' the most; it's romantic and charming." So we had lunch together and chatted about our studies. Quite by chance, we were attending the same universities in the same city in China, but we were never the type to back down from each other. Like the relationship between Peking University and Tsinghua University. The conversation flowed more and more, and we got to know each other better.
Several hours passed quickly. Suddenly, she said she had a stomachache. I asked, dumbfounded, "What's wrong? Should we go to the clinic?" She smiled and said, "No need, it always hurts when I have my period." I said "Oh," and took
her home. For the next few days, I took good care of her, making her ginger soup. She recovered quickly, and our intimate life began. I hadn't had much romantic experience at the time, but enough to flirt with girls. I took her through the vibrant spring weather, wandering through the school's woods, on the grass, in the city zoo, and on the nearby mountains, leaving our intimate footprints everywhere. Finally, in mid-March, after dinner one evening, she asked if I wanted to visit her place (she rented an apartment). I was startled, but quickly realized what she meant and casually said, "Then I'll see the princess off today." Actually, I was hoping she would act like a princess that night.

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