Xu Molin walked under a tree, sporadic water droplets splashed on his robe, and a few fallen leaves danced in the wind, wrapping around Xu Molin's side, like a lover's embrace that lingered for a long time. After being taken a long way, he held his sleeves nostalgically and slowly fell into the loess. Xu Molin seemed to feel something, stopped suddenly, turned around and looked in the direction A Huai left. It was obviously so far away that it was impossible to see clearly. But Ah Huai seemed to see a flash of pain and struggle on his face...