The sky above City A is often covered with dark clouds, and small particles float down, falling on Chen Lin's face, giving her a slight chill.
Her tears finally mixed with the raindrops, making it difficult to distinguish and see through.
In the haze, there seemed to be a figure walking towards her.
That was the softest call, awakening her heart that had persisted for ten years.
At that time, everything was lost...
The rain still hit the damp ground indiscriminately, and they didn't know what it meant to be heartbroken.
The footprints sunk in the mud are the footprints left?