The sky is unkind.
Early in the morning, the sky was overcast, and now a fine rain was falling. Wrapped in this mist, it looked like mist yet felt like rain, endlessly intertwined.
Jiang Zhiyan sat in the Maybach, looking at the neighborhood shrouded in rain and fog ahead, and lit another cigarette.
The car windows were all down, cold fine rain was swept inside by the wind. In a haze, he saw a solitary figure slowly walking into the rain from a building.
Startled, Jiang Zhiyan extinguished the freshly lit cigarette, grabbed the black umbrella from beneath the passenger seat, and hurriedly ran over.
"Aunt." Jiang Zhiyan sheltered her under the umbrella, his expression slightly tense, "How did it go?"
Jiang Yun's gaze was vacant, and she suddenly pulled a mocking smile, "Zhiyan, in this life, don't do anything bad."
Everything now is the retribution for her resolute departure back then.
