"Pa—"
The continuous rain fell like a broken line, stirring up bursts of mist. Under the water, the mortal past of the human world slowly dispersed light smoke.
Jiang Qingyue was wearing thin clothes, and his figure was looming. His body after death became transparent and unreal. He stood firmly on the other end of the bridge, his eyes lowered.
The rain flowed down his hair and onto his pale cheeks. He touched a handful of water and suddenly caught a glimpse of a paper umbrella out of the corner of his eye. He raised his head suddenly.
Seeing an old friend here, the mortal world is hard to break
Purpose: Cherish life and stay away from scumbags