Lonton's rain is incessant, drizzling down, and such weather makes one lose the desire to go out.
The sky is gloomy, resembling the darkness before dawn.
After dinner, Jasmine Yale chatted with Chale Cheney's master for quite a while, listening to the old man's many past stories.
The old man also brought out an old black-and-white photograph, a group photo from childhood with many people.
Jasmine Yale immediately noticed Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney was six or seven years old at the time and looked exactly like Chale Cheney now.
The other children in the photo are laughing heartily, some silly, some mischievously covered in mud, but Sylvan Cheney, standing at the edge, is clean and cool, with thin lips pressed lightly.
"Someone was like this as a child and hasn't changed," Jasmine Yale sighed.
The old man also sighed, "He didn't have a father since childhood, making him much more mature than other children, clever and worldly wise."
