On the Edge of Pure

He Sa scratched his head, and finally sighed: "Alright, see you tomorrow.",Especially the meteorological bureau's warning, tonight there might be a once-in-a-century torrential rainstorm. The distant horizon is shrouded in thick clouds, and faintly, scorching lightning flashes intermittently, as if tearing open a gap in the darkness. The rumble of thunder rolls ominously.,Because Rokuro had no home left, the photographs of his parents hung on the wall for ten years. From the spacious apartment back then to the later rented house and leaky attic room, and finally to this small dormitory.。