It rained for a long time in Yucheng again.
Jiang Haige searched in the rain. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, but all he saw was the city blurred by the rain. The man's name was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out. He squatted down in despair, grabbed his hair, and pulled hard, but there was nothing but pain.
Stopping suddenly, Jiang Haige remembered that he seemed to have lost something, but he couldn't remember what it was.
——Since he couldn't remember, it must not be that important. He stood up from the ground, sneezed, and walked home slowly.