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Pain!
Such pain!
It hurt just as much as when little K woke up in the host of best friends!
An Su too felt this pain from the past, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly—a profound and unyielding pain.
He quietly watched the maid's retreating figure, the falling autumn rain hitting the ground where she had walked, sprinkling black-grey blossoms.
This piece of the past had finally reached its conclusion, much like the late autumn rain that when it falls in autumn, people often fail to notice its arrival and likewise forget when it departs.
The rains of spring, gentle and lethargic, melt the icy rivers as all things welcome spring; the heavy rains of summer, grand and majestic, nourish the waving wheat fields that cover mountains and fields; the snowflakes of winter, fluffy and swirling, land on people's shoulders, melding with their warmth and melting away—only the drizzles of autumn are forgotten, for their sound is too faint.
