Thunder shook, lightning flashed, and the sky was very low. Xia Tian tried his best to unleash its unique anger without any cover-up, as if it wanted to peel off people's soul and flesh. "What bad weather!" I thought secretly in my heart. It seemed that just for a moment, the earth cried bitterly, and the tears fell freely on the street, on the bodies of all kinds of people hurriedly hiding from the rain, and on my face. I was not in a hurry to escape the rain, I just hurried towards the "night is like drunkenness". In just a moment, a trace of bitter salt slipped across the corner of my mouth, and I couldn't help but resent the sad weather. In the blink of an eye, I silently said to myself, "Stop being sentimental. You are not a scholar, you are just a fallen woman who cannot escape the world of mortals."