The rain stopped.
The snow falling from the sky was also burned down and fell down no more.
The street was deathly still, with only sounds of cries could be heard.
Looking like a child who had been wronged, Chen Pipi sat on the ground and cried aloud.
He was indeed a child, from his Senior Brother, Senior Sister and his father's perspective.
The reason why he was grievously crying was very complicated. On the other hand, his father, his Senior Brother and Senior Sister knew clearly that, under such circumstances, what else could he do other than crying?
The Abbey Dean put his hands clasped behind his back and walked by him. Neither did he cast him a glance, nor did he wear any expressions on his face.
Eldest Brother sighed with emotion, "It is also good for you to cry out. It is better to cry than to be depressed."