At noon, the rain fell heavily, slamming into Earth and filling the whole space with the astringent scent of petrichor, washing away the stench of blood and death. Because of the unexpected incident, Principal Mo let the students out early and tomorrow, the school would only start at 1 pm after lunch break.
Hearing that, the majority of the students were overjoyed, except for those who hadn't recovered from Li Qing's death.
Mo Ling saw the rain and murmured sadly. "It's raining. Li Qing must be crying right now. What should I do? Will she blame me up there?"
Chen Jiawei had had enough of hearing her nonsense blabber all day. She directly pulled her from the window and grabbed their bags. "Shi Nian, how do you get home?"
Shi Nian raised her head and wrote in her notebook. [I will take the subway.]
