There were few people on the street now, and even few cars could be seen. Occasionally, a few minutes later, a car would pass by the gate of the street. The speed was not very fast. The four wheels splashed huge water, which made Li Routing, who was standing under the eaves, suddenly think of the sea of Mijie, a small white sailing ship in the sea with the wind and the waves.
His whole body felt colder. The rain didn't stop, or it slowed down its rain. On the contrary, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. It seemed that the rain couldn't stop for a while.
If the rain were to fall on the next night, would he stay here for the whole night as well? Li Routing's eyes couldn't stop looking at the street, wanting to intercept a taxi. However, there wasn't even a shadow on the large street
