In the pouring rain.
Kerry Whitney hadn't been paying attention and, unawares, his body heavily crashed to the ground.
"Plop—"
His whole body ached, a wave of pain hitting him as he fell, accompanied by a sense of relief.
He really wanted to just lie there on the ground, then he wouldn't feel tired anymore.
"Huff huff huff..."
Kerry Whitney was gasping for air, the rain beating on his face, blurring his vision.
"Get up!"
Lionel Grant stopped in his tracks.
Kerry Whitney shook his head, "No... I can't do it anymore..."
He was tired, just too tired.
It felt as if all the energy in his body had been scooped out, so tired he didn't even want to move a finger.
Lionel Grant's brow furrowed, "Have you forgotten your dream? Don't you want to be a pilot anymore? Is this how you fall? Waste of space!"
The merciless scolding was like a sharp, curved knife plunging into the body without hesitation.
