A gentle drizzle fell from the sky, small, light, and easily melted into the fabric.

Yin Miao realized that the rain was not accompanied by hot and humid air, but cool gusts of wind

Autumn has really arrived.

The leaves on the branches of the trees will not fall, and occasionally a few will be plucked by the wind and thrown to the ground at will, like abandoned children.

At the funeral, people all wore black clothes and stood solemnly in front of the cemetery, watching the coffin be buried.

The person inside was her father.

Ye Yinkite, who accompanied her, held up her umbrella and remained silent like the others.

She didn't seem to be very sad.

The death of my father is indeed a good ...... for my relatives

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