The rain was falling slowly, long and lingering. Although it was not big, it did not stop. It was falling all the time.

From time to time, there are gusts of cold air sweeping in.

When the wind blows away Gu Qianmeng's hair, she holds her breath and breathes. Her apricot-colored eyes are dull, while her soft black hair is waving in the wind.

It is impossible to use normal words to describe the mood of a thousand dreams at this time, as if someone had strangled the boiling heart in his body.

It's weird. Everything in my ear is still and I can't hear my heart beating.

Only the...