The morning sky was drizzled with a light rain.
The streets were sparsely populated, with no car passing by for a long time, as if it were another dimension shuttling through time and space in "Paradox".
After an autumn rain, the temperature gradually dropped, and a cool breeze carried a hint of chill, curling up the withered leaves scattered on the ground, desolate and lonely.
Xia Xiaoxiao stood under the eaves of a street, with no lights behind her and a white fog before her.
The misty rain wet her hair, soaked her clothes, and when a gust of autumn wind swept by, she shivered and wrapped herself tightly in her thin coat.
Xia Xiaoxiao felt as though a piece of her heart had been emptied. She looked up at the gloomy sky, tears mingling with rainwater on her cheeks, cold and blurred.
She began to regret it, regretted pushing open the door to Xu Qingfan's bedroom, regretted smashing her beloved keychain, and even more regretted uttering those resolute words.
