C147 A Drowning Fish

The sky began to drizzle again. It was clearly summer, yet the rain fell as gently as if it were winter. Wanwan watched the other person walk away, noticing a slight hunch in their back. It reminded her of someone gradually aging, their back slowly bending over time. She took a couple of steps forward, her brow furrowed, feeling a vague discomfort she couldn't quite pinpoint