Ulquiorra walked out of the bar. The military green hat was held low, and the beige windbreaker was swaying in the breeze. The uncovered part of the collar of the windbreaker revealed an unusually white color. On his equally pale face, the emerald-like dark green eyes seemed to have the habit of remaining calm, like a quiet lake, without a trace of ripples. At the moment, two tear stains of the same dark green color extend to both sides of the mouth. Putting his hands in his pockets habitually, he gradually raised his head and looked at the sky. It was very dark, like dark clouds. "It's going to rain." That's what he thought, but his walking pace remained unchanged, walking slowly and rhythmically on the bluestone road.