Humid, hot and rainy, the rainy season in Nancheng is long and dull, smelling of decay and mold.
Hidden in the humid air, it seems to be wandering in the corners of the alleys, as if it wants to wet people's clothes from time to time.
After Wen Di signed the land transfer contract with the former director of the sanatorium, she wandered in the nearby alleys without any interest.
She has liked the weather in Nancheng since she was a child. The subtropical climate seems to be ingrained in her bones. It is the mold stains that spread out, the slippery black footprints in the corridor that are messy and smudged, and the smell of actinomycetes that soaks into her skin.
Like the remaining afterglow after water vapor has evaporated, curled up in a hot dream that is hard to wake up from.
But no one seems to like wet rainy days. When it rains, everyone's life becomes wet, tired, wrinkled and unsatisfactory.
Ke Weidi likes it because she can always see the vitality hidden in the mud and chaos that is ready to grow wildly.
She had always been interested in things that were indestructible when they struggled out of the mire.
Just like that bored look in the eyes at night, darker than the night, one could tell at a glance that the young man smoking had the stubbornness to break his bones and connect his tendons to die.
It's like even if the pain is overwhelming him,
He can also draw the most brutal and wanton vitality from the edge of death. Like the black gladiolus growing in a withered and decayed area,
The silent and strong soul surged under the skin, attracting the arrogant woman with just one glance.
Purpose: Only love is eternal