There were two people, one tall, one petite, one walking through the rain, the other leaning quietly on his back, raising his slender hands to cover Lin Xiao's head, thus covering a piece of heaven and earth. In this world, there were only two people, walking firmly step by step through the wind and rain. The heavy rain continues, drowning, drowning, as if it is going to drown this complicated city, washing away the endless noise. In the rain, two people cling to each other.
In the corridor, two people stood at both ends of the long corridor, as if there were only two of them in the whole world. The candidates coming and going blocked each other's gaze. The two finally took a step. After that step, the vicissitudes of time were revealed. After that step, there was noisy silence forever. In the crowded crowd, a weak and slender hand penetrated the endless obstacles and stretched out from afar. In the other direction, a hand, with the slightly bulging blood vessels on it could be vaguely seen, was full of strength, pushed aside the numerous obstacles, and finally reached forward desperately. The ten fingers were clasped together, that is, they were holding each other tightly, and the temperature between the fingers was transmitted and condensed. At that moment, a smile appeared on a cheek that did not like to laugh. The sun shone on that resolute face. From then on, there was a weak figure in the empty pupils, and the frail figure had support, Qingmo's feet.