The sound of rain was like marbles of glass knocking on Chen Zhou's heart.
This waiting was extraordinarily tormenting.
The sky grew increasingly dim, and until before nightfall, the nearly day-long downpour finally ceased.
The gloomy clouds lingered, hiding stars and moon from sight.
In the kitchen, within the stove, the flames were still alive.
Chen Zhou rubbed his face, hot from the fire, put on a leather raincoat, slung on a backpack, and took out a lamp filled with oil.
After such a prolonged rain, if the reward on the beach wasn't waterproof, it might have already turned into mush.
Despite this, he still wanted to take a look at the beach, even if it meant groping in the dark.
Perhaps it's what they call not crying until seeing the coffin.
Moreover, not only did he miss the reward today, but the wooden and stone wall on the beach was also left unorganized.
