In the office, Ye Nianmo watched the beans of rain drop on the window, occasionally a drop or two on his cheek, like cold tears.

As his hands on the windowsill grew stronger and stronger, Ding Yiyi's sad look was engraved in his memory all the time. He was sad as long as he thought about it, but he could not help it.

"read ink." Gao Huilan looked at him behind him. She firmly believed that this man loved himself, but was bound by Ding Yiyi.

Ye Nianmo turned to look at her, and the raindrops hit his gray suit, smashing a little bit of shallow marks. "Let's go to...