The crowd was gathered in a high-slung clearing. For the moment, there was still food and a clean water supply, but it wouldn't last long.
Outside the crowd gathering point, the rain poured down.
The dark sky was like a gaping hole. Rain poured down like it was free.
A step away was rain.
Under the eaves, a thin-faced man stood outside. A corner of his windbreaker was lifted, making his figure stand out. Under his suit pants, his legs were straight and long. He was handsome and unique.
The man's eyes were downcast, his dark lashes hiding the emotion in them. He held the phone in his hand and looked down.
His phone was still on the WeChat page.
The last message was from Qiao Nian.
[I've got the medicine. How about you?]
Qiao Nian had sent him a message two days ago. He was about to reply when the wind cut off the signal station outside.
