The next day, the weather wasn't great, as the forecast predicted more rain.
Sure enough, by noon, a light drizzle began to fall. Song Yansheng stood by the window of the TK Group, watching the raindrops tapping against the glass, feeling quite content.
It was October, and October in T City had always been rainy. Song Yansheng even remembered that when he was about seven or eight years old, Wangjiang had once flooded.
Back then, he was in the car with his parents passing by, and he heard a four or five-year-old child on the bridge exclaim with delight, pointing at the floodwaters, "The sea, the sea~"
Yu Yao held Song Yansheng in her arms, closed the car window, and Song Yansheng withdrew his gaze, thinking that being a little younger was better, for it meant being more innocent and happier.
As he grew older, the troubles he encountered increased, making him feel more and more that childhood was indeed the happiest and most beautiful period.
