The rainbow is always so beautiful, but rainbows rarely appear in this city, at least Chen Mengyao has never seen it. The towering high-rise buildings cut off the rainbow. The cold city cannot give the clean nature that Rainbow wants, so Rainbow never comes here and will never come.
The weather today was really bad. Mengzi's school uniform was soaked by the raindrops falling rapidly from the edge of the umbrella, and the review materials in her hands were soaked by the splashing rain. The pounding heavy rain, the soaked clothes, Zou Baba's materials... Everything in sight was eroded by the heavy rain. The slow rain caressed their outlines, trying to see deeply into their hearts. Every time a heavy rain comes, Mengzi will guess that maybe a seven-color rainbow will appear after this heavy rain. Such speculation has been with her for ten years.