The puddles reflected the dim neon signs, and the world in the rain seemed to be covered with a layer of blurry filter.
"Uncle Kangni, how did you know you were retiring?" Gu Wenyu suddenly asked, "Haven't you not told anyone yet?"
"Because he knows me too well." Gu Qiye said softly, "After hearing what Mu Long said, he would know I would definitely give up, right?"
"But you saved so many people, isn't it just an ordinary person who got killed..."
"But mom," Gu Qiye interrupted him, "wasn't she just an ordinary person who got killed by accident?"
He muttered softly, his falling bangs covered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved into a self-mocking smile.
After a long time, the rain showed no sign of stopping.
But a figure came running through the rain; it was a clerk from the bakery. She had been looking for a long time and finally saw the two under the shelter, so she hurried over and stuffed an umbrella into their hands.
