This rain feels wrong.
How come after only two minutes, it feels like two days?
In the rain, Huai Shi couldn't help but sneeze. The people behind him began to push him roughly. He stumbled forward, his hands and feet icy cold.
Will this world ever get better? What does the Ivy League want from me?
Tears welled up, almost uncontrollably.
It felt as if Hell was empty, and the devils were right here before him...
By the time he boarded the aircraft, he was completely drenched.
He shook the water from his hair and, with difficulty, raised his handcuffed hands to rub his nose. He looked around at the defiant Eyes of Nightmare.
He smirked and offered a friendly greeting.
"Hello, everyone."
He looked towards a man who seemed to be the captain and asked, "Excuse me, do you have a cigarette?"
The captain, who was smoking, looked up at him. His gaze was cold and indifferent; he said nothing.
