The gray sky was flooded with torrential rain.
As Lin Wanzhou stepped out onto the rooftop, she tucked her cell phone into her pocket, her whole demeanor slightly tense.
She saw the rain being smashed against the glass canopy overhead, exploding into a series of wet splashes. She couldn't help but shrink her neck as if the rain had already penetrated the glass and was cascading onto her collar.
"This way," Xu Qingyan called out to her.
"You..." her voice was fine and distinguishable even in the stormy weather, "Have you been here all this time?"
"Yes, suddenly wanted to come up and have a look," Xu Qingyan watched her slowly approaching, her small hands behind her back, inching closer, and he found himself even more at a loss for words.
The two stood some distance apart, her sneakers firmly planted on the edge of the wooden board gaps, the sound of the rain loud and clear.
"Do you still return to Qing River now?" she asked.
At her words, he hesitated for a few seconds.