It was raining heavily in the sky, and the lonely lights were shining on the quiet and dim streets. Luo walked slowly in the rain, so dazed and lonely, as if the whole world had abandoned him. The rain wet his soft hair, and the water flowed down his pale cheeks. The warm liquid in his blue eyes slowly overflowed, mixed with the rain and hit the ground drop by drop, as if the sky was also crying and mourning for him.