Hospital.
The night gradually enveloped the surroundings, and under the light, Bei Ran's delicate figure seemed even more pitiable.
Soon, a light rain began to fall.
She seemed oblivious to it, still standing under the streetlight, watching the passersby.
The autumn rain, like a pair of sorrowful hands, ceaselessly caressed the crowd.
The rain, falling like threads of needlework, carried a touch of desolation and a hint of deep emotion.
Bei Ran wore only a white shirt and trousers, standing in the cold autumn rain, already feeling the chill creeping in.
This chill awakened her, and she realized it had started raining.
She looked up, pondering if even the heavens felt that Xiao Liu's departure was unjust, thus weeping for him.
Bei Ran's eyes also moistened; suddenly, she felt powerless.
Perhaps having been strong for too long, she no longer understood what weakness was.
But at this moment, she felt an empty ache inside her, sour and bitter.
