Depend on!


    I stared at the numbers under the indicator light.


    This red light lasts for 50 seconds, and even if I cross the street, I would never find Jasmine.


    As the cars came and went, I watched Jasmine''s figure disappear into the corner of the street helplessly.


    There were complicated sounds coming from my ears, including the whistle of the car and the jokes of passers-by, but the loudest one was probably the drizzle of rain. The raindrops as big as beans hit the water-stacked road. The sound of splashing out was obviously very weak, but at this moment it seemed as loud as if it was about to shake my eardrums.


    Ah, it turns out that the rain has already fallen so hard.


    The evidence is that when I stood at the intersection, I found that I was already wet, and the distance I had run was not more than 60 meters...


    Standing there, panting, my eyes were wet with the rain.


    Time seems to slow down, and my brain becomes slower during this time.


    My mind kept replaying the expression of Jasmine, who had just passed through the road far away.


    Could that be an illusion?


    I''m not sure.


    Because when Jasmine turned around, her side face was covered with clouds, her trembling lips and sad eyes were so real that I couldn''t feel that I was seeing it wrong.


    Hulala la la la la...


    The heavy rain poured on me unscrupulously, but what was amazing was that I had no reaction to it and had no intention of covering it, until Sydney hurriedly ran to me.


    "Senior, don''t get wet from the rain!"


    She shouted at me in a crying voice, and then her weak hands grabbed the corner of my clothes desperately and pulled me back.


    Originally, she was very weak and could not pull me, but now I was already in a state of dismay like a puppet, so she could easily take it away and pull it under the eaves.


    "Senior!"


    Sydney''s body was also soaked. She kept pulling my collar and trying to bring me back to the real world.


    And after a while of heat, I blinked.


    "Sydri?"


    "Senior, I''m sorry!"


    I found that her whole face was soaked, covered with something that I didn''t know if it was rain or tears, and that expression was so fragile that it was heartbreaking.


    A feeling of powerlessness arose.


    I just let Jasmine go.


    She must have misunderstood.


    But, obviously I am her enemy, why do you have that sad expression?


    I had too many doubts in my heart, so I made a waiting gesture to Sydney and started to take out my phone.


    I plan to call Jasmine and explain the situation to her.