The rain still doesn't stop, and there are always puddles on the road.
The big flower umbrella was shrouded in yellow by the street lights, and the passers-by walking next to it were silent.
Fallen leaves were swaying in the water, and the white cat was hiding under the bamboo, huddled tiredly. When Xue Lingbai walked around it, it raised its head with expectant eyes.
What follows the raindrops is the overflowing time and the silence in everyone's heart.
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A story between two people cannot only have two people; in love, it seems that two people feel that there are enough, so what if there is only one person?
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The rain gradually stopped, but a few large dark clouds were still lingering in the sky. Xue Lingbai stretched out his left hand, and something seemed to be slipping away from his palm, falling like grains of sand on the wet ground.