Unknowingly, the downpour from the sky had grown more massive. No longer a dreary drizzle, but as if it intended to smash all the water from the lake in one go.
Their clothes were quickly drenched through.
Their hair all stuck to their foreheads, inevitably obstructing their vision; like a curtain of white broth, the rain covered the square, weaving a screen that made it almost impossible to see each other's expressions, even when they were shoulder to shoulder, inches apart.
Xu Xiangyang sat stiffly on the bench, his fingers touching the girl's drenched face before slowly sliding down, becoming completely immobile as if struck by lightning.
The sound of the rainfall was truly overwhelming, like a necklace of pearls snapped in half, scattering beads big and small all over the ground, creating a deafening racket of "hurrah hurrah."
"...I'm sorry."
