Rain pattered down, and a cold wind brushed her cheeks.
Yu Niaoniao felt cold and hungry, and her footsteps became heavier.
She called the man's name over and over.
"Ah Juan, Ah Juan…"
In the deep night, only the shadows of trees swaying in the wind and rain could be seen.
That person never appeared.
After walking for an unknown period of time, the last strength in Yu Niaoniao's body had been exhausted.
The ground was wet and slippery. She staggered and fell, the oil-paper umbrella tumbling to the side.
This time, she did not get up as quickly as she had during the day.
She almost gave up on herself and lay on the ground, letting the rain wet her. Tears rolled down her face and rolled into the mud.
"Ah Juan, don't leave me behind."
Her eyes filled with tears, and her vision blurred. Her choked voice was mixed with the sound of the rain.
The rain that had been falling suddenly disappeared.
