The rain curtain covered the entire windshield. Having heard enough of the wind, Xiao Qian Duyue could no longer bear it. She placed her hand on the car door and was about to open it.
But the lock clicked shut, stopping her from going any further.
The driver's-side window lowered a crack, and cold wind and rain blew against Xiao Qian's cheek. She suddenly turned her head, but she could see nothing.
All she heard beside her ear was Fang Shenyan's indifferent voice, as though he did not care about anything:
"Why do you have to worry about her?"
Xiao Qian fell silent. After a long while, she let out a soft sigh and asked herself lightly, perhaps with some implication, perhaps without any at all:
"Right... she and I are different after all..."
Fang Shenyan frowned slightly at that, but turned his head toward the direction of the downpour.
Accept it, or... refuse?
That grave pit was nearly soaked apart, and the head had been put down and picked back up who knew how many times.
Yet Chang Nian stood in the muddy water, swaying as though she might collapse at any moment. She clutched Tong Guan tightly in her arms, unable to bear letting him be rained on even a little more.
This struggle had already lasted nearly an hour.
So much time had passed—so much that, in her daze, she recalled that the last time she had spoken to Tong Guan felt like it had been in another lifetime.
To the southeast, the light grew ever dimmer.
It seemed to signify that some major event she should have taken part in, but had failed to attend, was drawing to a close.
No one was urging her. All the time had been left to her. Yet she