It was raining heavily, and a thin young man with a gray face, unkempt face, and mud in his hair huddled beside the threshold of the ruined temple. He hugged his knees with his hands and buried his head deeply in his arms. Along with the loud sound of rain, there were bursts of footsteps in the rain. Among the messy footsteps, there was one thing that was particularly different. They were not in a hurry or panic, but were walking calmly and lightly through the stagnant water.
The firelight reflected in the young man's pupils. He huddled beside the threshold and watched quietly and intently all night. He desperately wanted to know what he was talking about. He actually wanted to hear his voice.
He looked at his lips as he spoke, as if he had returned to that rainy night outside Fengping Hall. At this moment, just like that night, he couldn't hear what he was saying, and his world returned to tranquility, but there was a warm current flowing through his heart. This time, the man was not sitting by the fire, but right in front of him.
Intention: If the one on the rainy night can grow up, he will become Ping Qi