In the Capital City, the sticky rice fans had truly been mobilized; they hurriedly passed messages among themselves, hoping someone would happen to see Mu Qiuniang and take care of that grieving woman.
What they were more worried about was, would Mu Qiuniang do something foolish?
Of course, Mu Qiuniang wouldn't do anything foolish; she stood in the rain, gazing up at the sky.
Her expression was calm, but her eyes were very red. It was hard to tell if it was tears or raindrops that wetted her face.
Are these raindrops his sadness?
Because he saw her crying, is that why he's upset?
Sorry, Jiang Nuo, I didn't want to cry, really, I didn't want to cry at all, it just came down on its own, and I couldn't help it.
So, don't be so sad, okay?
When you're sad, it makes me want to be even sadder, and it falls even more severely. I can't stop it more and more.
...
"Over there, found her, I see Mu Qiuniang!"
"Quick, she's there."
