Chương 433: The Fallen

The winter rain was bleak. Although Venis City was adjacent to the ocean, and the temperature difference was not particularly obvious throughout the year, when the entire city was covered in a few days of drizzle, the pedestrians walking on the spacious flat stone road while holding umbrellas and wearing leather raincoats, still seemed to make themselves look smaller as they hurriedly walked across.

On a relatively remote corner of the city's most prosperous commercial street, 'Golden Fish Avenue', in a narrow two-story building that could only accommodate two wooden tables, a stove, four soft chairs, a seemingly dumb boy stared off in the distance as he watched the little splash of water on the stone slab through the old wooden window. Suddenly summoning his courage, he said in a whisper, "Sir, the rain is getting heavier. It's getting heavier…"