Eighteen years of acquaintance, already unable to bear such a separation.
Whether it's parting in life or death.
Outside the window, the wind and rain roared, and it poured heavily.
...
By the river.
The river under the night looked like an angry beast, rolling with waves in the darkness.
The river looked as if it were boiling, constantly churning, and the rain fell into it, quickly merging with it.
The boundless sky, the endless river, sky and water in one hue, dark to the extreme.
The wind by the river was strong, blowing the trees, making a 'swish swish' sound, particularly eerie.
Several cars were uniformly parked by the riverbank.
There was a small boat at the riverbank, with no one on it, as if prepared by Spencer Childe.
In the car, Jasmine Yale realized the car had stopped.
Several times on the way, she was dozing off, almost falling asleep, but she kept pinching her palm or biting her lip, not letting herself fall asleep.
