On a rainy night, there was lightning and thunder, and the wind was blowing...
The young man was soaked by the rain and yelled at the top of his lungs at the white-clothed immortal in front of him: "Your eyes can accommodate all the people in this world, but why can't you tolerate me?"
He remained silent and just handed the young man the dark green umbrella.
Intention: I want to compete with the CP I wrote