This is a sweet little story.
Note: Each world is independent.
The man held your hand, and the raindrops streaked across his cheeks and stained his shirt, but he didn't care at all;
His tall body tightly protects you in his arms, and his moist eyes seem to reveal all his brokenness to you in the next second;
"Can you stay, just this time, and listen to me?" He looked at you closely, leading your hand to touch his moist cheek.
It was the first time you saw him so vulnerable, and you were a little at a loss.
Mission: Happiness exists in every little corner