Chi Yi pulled Mu Xiao and walked slowly on the streets of Qiandao, the thin raindrops being separated by the light blue. Mu Xiao raised his head and said to Chi Yi: I like the feeling of being soaked in the rain. A nice smile appeared on Chi Yi's face, lightly. Then Chi Yi threw away his umbrella, pulled Mu Xiao across the street, and plunged into the smoky rain. There was a voice echoing in the vast rain: I like the feeling of being soaked in the rain. Mu Xiao, Mu Xiao, I like...
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