"Look at this rain, it won't stop for how long, but it will always clear up."
"But the rain has stopped, but the ground will still be wet," Sakurai Asana withdrew her hand, and the remaining warmth on her fingertips was like a brand that has not faded. She looked out the window at the sycamore branches bent by the rain, "There are some wounds that cannot be exposed to the sun."
Zheng Rong followed her gaze and suddenly chuckled: "Then why don't you try artificial sunlight?"
Purpose: Teaching and Redemption