The sky gradually darkened.
The tiles on the rooftop were cold, the kind of cold that seeped into one's bones.
the cold wind blew gently, rolling up the yellow leaves and sweeping them up to the ground on the rooftop. it all blew on a slender curled-up figure.
the figure seemed to be unmoving from a distance, but when he got closer, he could see her fingertips trembling slightly.
Sometimes, the weather was always the same as the time. When classes were in session, the sky would turn dark, and there would be lightning and thunder, but there would be no rain. They would all wait until school was over.
Time flew by.
when school was over, the students left one after another with their large umbrellas. the autumn rain was mixed with the wind, and it was always so cold that it made people shiver.
After an unknown period of time, music suddenly came from the rooftop.
