C417 Autumn's Rain
The rain pats on the car's glass, but it's quieter in the car, and we can even hear each other's breathing. I look at her. She leaned against the chair and didn't answer. It was as if I shouldn't have asked her to buy that old house.
I didn't give up and asked, "It's also empty. Are you selling it or not?"
"I'm not selling it."
Mi Cai decisively gave me an answer that I had expected