The rain poured down, splashing the mud and sand from the ground onto him, turning the originally crimson scene into a misty blur.
Ye Ranran's knees gave in, and she knelt down.
"Can you tell me about him?" Ye Ranran asked.
In her mind, the face on the ground overlapped with the one in the drawer photo.
Besides that group photo, she couldn't find any other pictures.
She didn't know what kind of existence he had for the past Ye Ranran.
"I don't know much, except I remember you told me that you mustn't forget him. Now that you're back, whether you remember or not, I had to bring you here to see."
"Ranran, you said you wouldn't abandon me." Whose voice echoed in her mind, so distant, so clear.
At that moment, Ye Ranran's tears fell. She didn't know why she cried, obviously not remembering everything.
Jun Mochan squatted in front of her: "Don't cry, he wouldn't want you to cry either."
