Shen Ningning was a little surprised.
'Winter is coming, but it's only just November. Why is it snowing already?'
But when she held out her small hand again to catch the rain and look for snowflakes, she couldn't find any. It was as if what she had just seen was an illusion.
This sudden downpour at the end of autumn was like the heavens were dumping water, SPLASHING down endlessly.
By evening, the sky had turned oppressively dark, like the dead of night.
Everyone except Shen Ningning was overjoyed by the heavy rain.
Perhaps because they had been tormented by the drought for so long, they saw any rain as a good thing.
But Shen Ningning felt colder and colder. The little girl felt chilled to the bone in the turquoise-green dress she wore today.
Just as she stepped out of Huangzi Class, she saw a familiar figure approaching with an umbrella.
"Godfather~" Overjoyed, the little girl immediately ignored the heavy rain and ran, PITTER-PATTER, toward Xie Suzhi.
