Haiyue was alone, sitting in her seat, looking at the dark sky outside the window through the glass.
It should... be raining.
Just as I was thinking about it, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the heavy rain poured down from the sky in an instant. The big raindrops hit the glass window "crackling", and quickly gathered countless people on the windowpane facing the outside.
Large and small water droplets eventually gather into small streams of water and flow toward the ground.[
In recent times, the weather in x city has really changed a lot. Sometimes it’s sunny and clear, and sometimes it’s pouring rain. It’s almost as fast as a child’s face.
Due to the temperature difference between inside and outside, fog gradually accumulated on the glass, blocking the view.
Haiyue stretched out her hand and wrote on the glass covered with thin white fog. She stroked it horizontally, vertically, and stroked. The places where her fingertips touched showed irregular shapes one after another. The scenery outside the window was among these shapes.
It gradually became clear.
High-rise buildings, light boxes, billboards, passing vehicles, bus stops, hurried pedestrians... And, on the opposite road, leaning against a public phone booth, Yun Yan was sitting directly on the ground, looking up at the rain...
Yun Yan! Why is he there?
Haiyue's whole body tensed up, and her breathing almost stopped completely at that moment.
The next second, she stood up with a "swish" sound and rushed out.
Without even looking at the traffic light, Haiyue ran directly to the public phone booth opposite.
The orderly order on the road was interrupted. In an instant, the sound of brakes, honking of horns, and the curses of drivers rang out, filling the entire street.
Haiyue ignored them, ran directly to the public phone booth, stood in front of Du Yunyan, looked at his face as pale as snow, trembling body, inch by inch, and slowly squatted down at an extremely slow speed.
Du Yunyan, who was sitting with his back to the phone booth, was completely immersed in his own thoughts and motionless.
"Yunyan..." Haiyue called softly, reaching out her hand to move his hair away from his forehead that was wet by the rain and almost covered his eyes.
Almost...her hand almost touched Yunyan's forehead, but at that almost moment, Yunyan's angry and decisive words that day appeared in Haiyue's mind, and her hand froze in mid-air.