If my existence becomes a burden, then I am willing to guard it silently until you turn around, the first thing you see is me...

**

Long Yaochen stood there all the time. After the heavy rain hit her umbrella and made a "click" sound, she dripped down the umbrella and slid down the eaves, weaving a bead curtain made of water, blurring her vision.

Turn around slowly, and Longyaochen leaves with a steady step... Heavy rain fell on the black umbrella, frequency overlapping voice, is his slow pace, even if the rain wet his shoes, trousers feet, but as if not shake his indifferent face.

Standing by the roadside...