At this time, when there was no one over the long street, she really realized that she could not find Joseph.
His words reverberated in her ear last night.
He asked painfully, 'was it that difficult for us to be together?'
He said he missed her so much and missed her madly.
She was now crazy.
In the cold air, she curled up tightly to keep the warmth. She could no longer walk and could no longer get up.
In this way, there was only the sound of rain, bearing a monotonous sound by the ear.
Not knowing for how long, as if it exhausted Irish's strength, vaguely, there was a hasty sound of footsteps, breaking the silence.
Then, there was a familiar voice. Low and slightly anxious. "Irish."
Irish's thin shoulder gently trembled, and she mistakenly thought it must have been her imagination. She raised her face buried deep between the knees and looked through the sound.
A big black umbrella obscured the rain.
