Thunderstorms and heavy rains brought an uneasy atmosphere to the lonely Luochen abode.
In the middle of the dust, a dripping umbrella was leaning against the door. A white-haired man in a blue shirt that was still wet picked up the letter left on the table and read it.
The handwriting on the letter is mellow and elegant, and the article is fluent, but every word is nonsense, and every sentence pierces the heart of the reader.
"You're running away so fast." Muttering, the white-haired man put the letter away carefully and listened carefully to the gentle breathing in the rain outside the door.
The white-haired man held up the umbrella and stepped into the rain curtain again.