The sky was as gray as a painted ink painting. The rain was falling lightly, and a mist appeared in the large space. Pedestrians on the street were walking in a hurry, and the flowers on the roadside vegetation were smashed by raindrops, leaving a red mess all over the place. The glass doors of the store were closed tightly, and through the rain tracks, what you could see were numb faces. Kim Heechul stood in the middle of the gray road holding his red umbrella, looking particularly abrupt. At the bus stop not far away, Han Geng sat with a calm face, looking at him without blinking, and smiled lightly. However, Jin Heechul looked at his smile and felt a sense of desolation from the bottom of his heart.
Han Geng, you are destined to be the disaster of my life, I cannot escape.
Han Geng stood up, looked at the car that was about to arrive at the station, and stretched out his hand into the rain. Jin Heechul looked at those generous palms, threw away the umbrella and threw herself into his arms. With the sound of the bus starting up again, the two people quickly disappeared into the rain. Only the forgotten red umbrella lay quietly in the middle of the rain and fog.