Fang Qing was quiet for a while.
"My world isn't that big."
Afterwards.
It was Jiang Chen's turn to be silent.
"Aunt Mei, I was wrong…"
The classic scene arrived.
The elderly man with white hair, walking unsteadily, looks up as steel beams fall from the sky, piercing and trapping him against the ground, signifying the end of the last survivor of that village.
This scene isn't particularly scary; it adds some thought-provoking substance to this horror movie.
The sound from outside changed from crashing thunder to a gentle drizzle; might not even last until tomorrow, could end today.
"What does it matter if it rains tomorrow?"
The TV screen reflected in Jiang Chen's pupils, his tone without ups and downs, no clenched teeth, childhood shadows aren't always adult shadows.
"Fate between people is not a rain that you can avoid by not going out."
Trying to act deep, but the next second, Jiang Chen's expression suddenly changed and he shivered inexplicably.
"What's up?"
