Feng Ling reminisced about some past events that had taken place...
Back then, her primary personality was still alive.
The rain was pouring heavily that day.
After finishing a day's work, she lingered on the small path of the hospital, holding a blue umbrella.
The bustling Qingtian Hospital would only become slightly less crowded on rainy days.
Passers-by on the road hurried along, also holding their umbrellas.
Everyone was busy, busy with living, busy with dying.
In her forties, Feng Ling gazed at the gray sky and suddenly reminisced about her childhood.
She realized that she hadn't taken the time to be alone and admire the beauty of nature in a long, long while—the rustling sound of the rain
Summer rains come quickly and leave just as fast, and soon enough, it lessened significantly.
Suddenly, she saw a taxi pull up to the entrance of the hospital. The boy opened the door, jumped out, and opened a large black umbrella to shelter the girl sitting in the back.
