The rain became heavier and heavier at night, and the water droplets were like mist.

The dim lights around the entrance of the clubhouse and the rain-soaked verdant plants glowed a heavy blue, and a man walked on the bluestone pavement, a black long-handled umbrella, and the fingers holding the handle of the umbrella were thin and white.

The rain pressed the black umbrella low, and the rain hit the place where the long legs stepped on it, splashing small splashes.

It's noisy and lonely.

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