Thunder was rumbling outside the window and rain was falling. Song Pingle secretly sat up from her little bed that smelled of mold. The other children were still sleeping soundly. She was the only one lying on the window sill watching the rain. If her aunt saw her sleeping dishonestly, she would inevitably be scolded again.
She saw a man holding a big umbrella and getting out of a taxi wearing a suit that didn't fit that well. He didn't know when the rolled-up trousers fell down, dragging the rain outside and leaving a long water stain in the hall. She thought that this might be the only opportunity in her life that she wanted to seize on her own.
So on this day, Qiao Bin could not avoid seeing a teenage girl lying in the corner of the courtyard in the rain, with a fever, wearing her favorite white dress. He had to drive her to the hospital, and he couldn't avoid his heart sinking little by little.