Let's do it again. How about that?

That's what he said, along with the drizzle, like a low pressure. But his hand still held her stiffly, and the strength of the grip made her confirm where she was at the moment. Looking back at the past, his face was green and white in the night. She moved her lips and said, "What a joke!"

"No." He answered.

Song shook off his hand in July, and he also let go. They were so rigid in the rainy night that the rain kept falling and washed around, like a rain rushing down for centuries. She looked at him, but she said quietly,...