C215 Not Increasing or Decreasing

Mu Qing tightened her sweater and the tilted drizzle fell in front of her eyes. Raising her eyes to look at the dark sky, the autumn wind gently blew and the cold temperature of the drizzle fell on her face. Grandfather, was Qing right?

She had always known that everyone's attitude towards her was just pretending not to know that it was really hard