***
Qiao Chutian's mind was still clear.
However, his body was no longer under control.
He felt like a mangy dog that had been scorned by everyone, despised by all the people on this street...
"Eh, is it raining?"
Mai Xiaomai, who was walking, suddenly felt large drops of water falling on her head. She looked up to see that it was indeed raining and hurriedly took shelter under a nearby eave to avoid the rain.
Qiao Chutian was still lying on the road convulsing...
The sudden rain fell on him, mixing him with the dust on the ground, making him convulse even more violently...
A few pedestrians hurried past in the rain...
However, they only glanced at him coldly and hurried on.
In this indifferent society where no one dares to help an elderly person off the ground, no one is willing to meddle in others' affairs.
In the pouring rain, Qiao Chutian's consciousness gradually faded...
