C27 You Listen to the Wind

The rain in Yuanzhou began to fall continuously.

Every late autumn, the heavy rain was the rhythm of the entire campus. The trees were silent, sighing by the windowsill, and the figure was in the mist.

This was the most lonely day in the entire campus. A desolate atmosphere with a cold tone began to spread out without mercy. It was bone-chilling and sharp at the same time