There was a saying that, the more you didn't want something to happen, the more likely it would happen instead.
Summer rain was annoying. The weather was still hot and sticky, but the rain still came crashing down nonetheless. It didn't diminish the heat, yet also didn't offer any comfort in temperature. As if the only purpose of the rain was to drench all of the people below to sober them up in a certain moment.
When Jiang Jinyan burst out of the taxi, his hair had already dampened. His head was aching and so was his leg. But all of it dimmed in comparison to the anxiety, fear and panic within his chest. He half limped to the sanatorium. Even before he passed through the door, he had already caught sight of the front receptionist lady standing in front of the door as she waited for him.
"What happened to my mother?!" His voice boomed to rival the rain.
