A torrential downpour cascaded from the sky. The clap of thunder and the roar of the falling rain overlapped, transforming into a deafening clamor that crashed down upon the slumbering earth and a shattered heart.
"What… happened to her?"
Beneath the umbrella, Zhou Chen stared at the water-splashed tombstone, the girl's smile and the small moments of their life together flashing through his mind.
Jiang Che hesitated, her words catching in her throat. After a moment, she said in a calm tone, "She injured her Life Origin during a battle. It left an incurable affliction, and she passed away not long ago."
"What a coincidence…"
Zhou Chen sighed softly. "I'd like to be alone with her for a bit."
"Mm."
Jiang Che walked away, holding her umbrella.
The cold rain began to slap against Zhou Chen's face once more.
"You could have at least left me the umbrella…"
