The rain had fallen all day.
Compared to the morning, it was a different scene altogether. The drizzle turned into silver needles, densely falling under the lights, the raindrops stretching into threads, intertwining as they fell.
The night breeze blew, bringing the fine rain toward my face. Without avoidance, I let it lash against my skin, as fine as needles, forming a tangled mess. It struck the skin, bringing a slight chill, and a few drops flew into my eyes, making them feel cool and suddenly moist.
Mo Shangjun ran on the track.
There were no laps to count, no target to reach, she ran at an incredibly fast pace, her slender figure swiftly darting across the track, leaving a trail of afterimages.
The wind and rain pounded against her, weaving around her sides, her feet seemed to fly as her military boots splashed through puddles, scattering water, but by the time the droplets hit the ground, she had already left the spot.
Mo Shangjun thought of Chen Lu.
This was inevitable.
