The storm grew fiercer and fiercer as Fu Han staggered to her feet. Before she left, she turned to take a deep look at her parents, "Mom and Dad, if there's a chance in the future, I'll come to visit you again. If...if there's no chance, then when you have the time, come see me in my dreams."
Rain mixed with tears blurred Fu Han's vision.
She wobbled down the path, her face as pale as paper, her hair and clothes drenched and uncomfortably clinging to her skin.
A tomb guardian came out for inspection and, seeing Fu Han, approached to ask if she needed help.
Fu Han shook her head and staggered down the hill, her steps unsteady, nearly slipping into the void several times.
In the torrential downpour, visibility was reduced to mere meters, and the water on Oiland Road had turned into a stream.
Large raindrops pelted Fu Han's head. She had forgotten where the bus station was and chose a direction at random, not realizing she was moving further away from the bus stop.
