C67 A Poor Kid Got into Trouble with a Rich Kid

"But I can't cry. . . " Putting the umbrella aside, Ruonuo slowly squatted down and hugged his knees. He leaned against his arm and his eyes were bright and clean, as if they were dyed by water. He stared at the glaring tombstone.

The rain poured on the boy's body and soon soaked a large portion of the boy's ink-black shirt. From afar