But at this moment, I really saw the familiar head and the name that had been engraved in my heart for a long time, Wang Hua.

It's all dark and a light rain begins to drift outside the window.

Turning the chair around, I gave my upper body to the windowsill.

It was cold because I opened the window and wanted the rain falling from the endless darkness to fall on me gently, although I did not pin my hope on the ripples that those small droplets would cause, but only hoped that the deep and endless night sky would feel the urgency of myself. In this southern city, there...