Zhao Ya carried a large bundle and walked out of the clothing shop.
Outside, a fine drizzle had begun at some point, with pedestrians hustling back and forth on the street, and the vendors busy packing up their stalls, painting a chaotic scene.
Zhao Ya walked slowly along the street, not in a hurry, but rather savoring the feeling of rain droplets hitting his face.
The number of pedestrians on the street gradually thinned out, and suddenly, Zhao Ya stopped, as if sensing something, and looked ahead.
There, standing coquettishly on a small bridge not far ahead, was a young girl.
The girl was captivating and looked at Zhao Ya with a smile.
Their gazes met, and then the girl lifted her hand, beckoning lightly to Zhao Ya, her lips slightly parting.
Even though there was a distance between them, Zhao Ya still managed to read the words from her lips.
Come with me.
Then the girl turned and left, disappearing into the layers of rain in the blink of an eye.
