At this moment, on the hospital rooftop, there are two people wearing hospital gowns, one with silver white hair and the other with long, straight black hair.
When the sunlight poured onto the railing, the warmth it brought dispelled the chill from their bodies.
The east wind howled, and the air still retained the scent of yesterday's rain.
Blake's left hand was in a cast, but it didn't affect his walking. The two let the cold wind blow over them as he spoke first, "Melody's parents passed away last month."
Rosie felt as though a soft punch hit her heart, like a volcano meeting a glacier, a momentary extinguishing feeling. The girl slightly tilted her head to look at him.
