"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
"Brother Yan..." Yun Ya chased after him for a long way, the misty rain wetting her long hair, blurring her features. She couldn't tell if the drops on her face were rain or her sorrowful tears.
Until the car disappeared completely from sight, all that remained in the world was the foggy mist and the omnipresent raining drops. She stood in place, lost and disoriented, her gaze void of focus.
What am I supposed to do with such a long time?
You are so heartless, so selfish. You walked away casually, leaving me alone to guard our memories through this endless time.
"Miss, your health is already poor, how can you get drenched in the rain?" Aunt Li took off her coat and put it over Yun Ya's head, turning to say, "Xiao Lan, quickly get an umbrella and a blanket. Hurry up."
