The blue-haired boy ran in the rain, stepping on moss-covered stone slabs and passing high and low ancient walls. The rainwater on his body was not absorbed into the cracks in the stones. The water vapor in the small town slowly rises, the old women in coats walk slowly, and the green and gray colors fill the alleys of the small town, lingering for a long time.
What is he looking for? Where is that person? Or perhaps, she has disappeared.
Forehead. . In fact, Weiran just wanted to write a lightly sad story, and the plot would not have too many ups and downs. The male protagonist is patient enough and will also intersperse a little Atobe story. .
All right. . . The copywriting is incompetent. . . Run away. .