"Ah, the rain's stopped."
The man with black-rimmed glasses looked up at the sky, which had begun to clear.
"Hm?"
Hearing her companion's voice beside her, the woman was startled. A moment later, she belatedly realized what he had said.
"The rain's stopped?"
She instinctively looked up. Water dripped from her soaked bangs and landed on her eyelashes.
She hurriedly lowered her head and shook it, then squeezed her bangs, which had stuck together, and brushed them aside.
The blur before her eyes made her blink. A drop of water fell.
"Mr. Xiao Xiao."
At the sound of the voice beside her again, the woman suddenly looked up.
A familiar figure emerged from the woods.
"Xiao—" Mr. Xiao Xiao...
The woman's eyes lit up. She was about to call out loudly, and her feet lifted of their own accord.
"Wait."
The man with black-rimmed glasses grabbed her arm.
Seeing the puzzled look on her face, he lifted his chin slightly. "Look."
Look?
Confused, she turned her gaze back to Xiao Xiao.
Hadn't she been looking at him the whole time?
Hm?
Mr. Xiao Xiao... wasn't looking at them.
The woman suddenly realized.
They were well within his field of vision, yet he hadn't so much as glanced at them.
What Xiao Xiao was looking at... She followed his gaze. It was Rong Rong's tombstone.
Wait.
It was gone.
Her expression froze.
Earlier, she'd thought the sound was being drowned out by the wind and rain.
But now the wind and rain had stopped, and all around them was silent. She still couldn't hear the sound that had caught her attention before—the one she'd thought was Rong Rong knocking from inside the coffin.
What was going on?
Was it because of Xiao Xiao?
She looked at Xiao Xiao again, hoping