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　　It is at dusk of a mid-summer day.

　　Standing in front of the parking apron of the Weather Monitor Center, anxiously, Hui-juan is waiting for her beloved man Lu Yong-ping. She is looking at the colorful sunset glow, now and then she glances at the Typhoon Labs Building.

　　The setting sun lays a red garment over the mountains faraway. Purple mist oozes forward from the grassland till it overflows the parking apron and devours Hui-juan’s slim figure. She is in a simple and elegant dress. Her shining dark hair falls naturally down to her shoulders. Her meaningful eyes sparkle with an impish look, which gives her such a sweet look when she smiles as if she would spread her joy to all the people around her. In a word, she is a prudent girl with a pleasant personality. At the Typhoon Research Base, she is known as the“happy air goddess”, because she is a qualified small aircraft pilot for monitoring small climate phenomena.

　　However, people around Hui-juan do notice that lately she is rather depressed. They know that this is because Lu Yong-ping’s third ex......