It had started raining at some point in the sky.
The rain fell gently, while the dim streetlights cast a hazy and patchy light through the refractions of the raindrops.
Occasionally, vehicles rushed by, their tires splashing water in all directions, but Jing Shangwei, drenched by the puddles, remained indifferent as he held his daughter's photo and walked step by step toward home in the rain.
In Tokyo, the days in June were still hot, but the rain brought a slight chill, though not as chilling as Jing Shangwei's heart.
He worked as a part-time teacher at Green Grain High School; although merely part-time, he was diligent and conscientious, which caused dissatisfaction among some bad students, including Jinwei Teng.
But Jing Shangwei had never dreamed that an 18-year-old could be so corrupt, nor had he imagined that the teenager's retaliation would manifest on his own daughter.
