Thinking of J5, the two of them felt gloomy. Xia Jinyuan, who was holding an umbrella, held Ye Jian's hand at some point in time. The two of them held hands tightly. Even the tips of their fingers were transmitting the same sorrow.
The entire journey was silent. They could only hold hands.
The rain was washing away everything. The entire world turned into a transparent curtain of rain. Ye Jian stepped on the fallen leaves and returned to the dormitory.
"See you tomorrow, Captain Xia." Ye Jian stepped into the corridor on the first floor and waved at the man who was holding an umbrella in the rain. "Rest early."
"Yes, rest early too. See you tomorrow." Xia Jinyuan smiled and waved his hand. "Hurry up and go back to the dormitory. Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams."
