Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 74 Station
Tap tap tap tap tap, the dark clouds outside the window, which had been brewing for so long, finally decided to let down the rain they had been holding back.

Scattered water droplets splashed on the ground, creating small ripples, but were quickly absorbed by the dry surface.

The rain gradually intensified, and the color of the cement road surface gradually darkened. The water droplets seemed to connect in a line in mid-air, and sitting by the window, one could not even see the faces of the passersby below.

The rain changed from a drizzle to a downpour in less than thirty seconds, catching everyone off guard.

"In short, I can definitely take care of myself in terms of daily life, so there's no need to worry."

Ai Liang looked away, checked the time on her phone, and saw it was almost 5:30.

The train departs at 6:00 AM.

"Any other questions? If not, I should probably head to the station soon."

Ai Liang slung her backpack over her shoulder and said, "No need to come see me off. You should all go back early too. After all, it's pouring rain, and you might catch a cold in the summer."

"and many more!"

As Ai Liang stood up, Yue Qihua asked, "...Will you come back?"

Everyone was captivated by Ai Liang's confession and background. While they were indignant about Ai Liang's past, they subconsciously overlooked the fact that Ai Liang was leaving.

The moment he shouldered his backpack, Yue Qihua suddenly realized, was this departure truly a final farewell?
"Unless something unexpected happens, I will probably continue to live there."

"To live...everyday?"

Yang Xingyue looked somewhat dazed, and she subconsciously wanted to refute.

But recalling Ai Liang's confession, he couldn't utter a single word and could only clutch Ai Liang's clothes tightly with his fingers.

"It's hard to find a taxi in this weather, so it's best to book one as soon as possible."

Ai Liang placed her hand on Yang Xingyue's smooth hand and gently pried her fingers apart one by one.

Ai Liang is gone.

Yang Xingyue stared blankly at the stairwell.

The atmosphere at the dinner table returned to a tense state.

"Sister Hua, Ai Liang is leaving soon and doesn't plan to come back. What are you going to do?"

Fang Xiaoxiao asked Yue Qihua.

Yue Qihua stared blankly at the table, seemingly lost in thought, and it was unclear whether she had actually listened or not.

"Although we can keep in touch by phone, it's still very difficult to meet in person. What are you planning to do? Continue like this?"

Yue Qihua still did not answer.

"Xingyue, what do you think?" Fang Xiaoxiao asked Yang Xingyue when Yue Qihua remained silent.

"With three years of high school gone, are you still planning to keep dragging this on? Or are you going to give up on this relationship?"

Like Yue Qihua, Yang Xingyue stared at the stairwell where Ai Liang had left, as if time had stood still.

The two's stone-like behavior aroused Fang Xiaoxiao's dissatisfaction.

"Come back to your senses!"

Fang Xiaoxiao slammed her hand on the table in a huff, the slap carrying considerable force. She endured the pain and said, "Do what you want, say what you want. This is your last chance!"

The two of them suddenly shuddered and looked at each other, where they saw Ma Yu's taxi order.

"It's already past five o'clock, and Xiao Ai's train ticket is for six o'clock. We need to hurry up and do something."

Ma Yu put away his phone and said.

………………

Ai Liang walked alone on the pedestrian street, holding an umbrella.

Despite the torrential rain, the number of pedestrians on the road was as sparse as a programmer's hair, but not nonexistent.

Tap tap tap, the feet, enveloped by telekinesis, made a soft, crisp sound as they stepped on the thin puddles—a traveler's song.

The raindrops fell from the sky and pounded on the concrete road, providing accompaniment for the rafters.

Ai Liang boarded the bus. It was rush hour, so the bus was quite crowded.

The umbrella dripped water, wetting the stranger's trouser legs. The clothes next to him smelled of laundry detergent. In the cold air, he could clearly feel the heat emanating from the other people. The strange-smelling air conditioner blew on his head, ruffling his hair.

Outside the car, under the cover of rain, the traffic continued to flow.

The friction between tires and the puddled ground created splashes of gray water, while pedestrians, holding up colorful umbrellas, walked through the downpour, adding a splash of color to the gloomy street.

They made this gray world seem less dark.

Swaying and rocking, Ai Liang got off the train at the station and took his ticket at the ticket counter while holding an umbrella.

Then Ai Liang opened her backpack, took out the hermit's dagger from the bag, and tucked it into her waistband, making it easier to pass through security.

With about twenty minutes left before boarding, Ai Liang found a seat near the ticket gate, closed her eyes, and rested quietly while waiting for the bus to arrive.

Unless something urgent happens, no one would choose to travel in this weather.

Moreover, no matter where you go at this time, it will be nighttime by the time you arrive.

Therefore, there were very few people in the waiting hall. Apart from Ai Liang, there was only an elderly man sleeping with his eyes closed while holding a bag and a young woman carrying a shoulder bag.

The old man's faint snoring and the soft music playing on the young woman's phone echoed in the quiet waiting room.

Raindrops pounded rapidly against the air conditioner unit, accompanied by faint music from the young woman's phone and occasional refreshing breezes blowing from the ticket gate.

All of this makes you want to get a good night's sleep.

Perhaps it was because she was about to break free from her constraints, or perhaps it was because the waiting room was too comfortable, but Ai Liang felt a rare bit sleepy.

Tap tap, tap tap.

The drowsiness quickly disappeared.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the security checkpoint.

The footsteps drew closer and closer, finally stopping in front of Ai Liang.

Hearing the soft breathing in front of her, Ai Liang opened her eyes. It was Yue Qihua and Yang Xingyue.

"Did you come to drop me off? It's raining so hard outside, you should go home."

Ai Liang looked at the two of them and sighed softly. Then she handed over two tissues with both hands at the same time, but no one took them.

Yang Xingyue took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. Fang Xiaoxiao and Ma Yu, who were not far away, did not come over, but just watched them quietly from the side.

The old man was sleeping soundly, quite far away, and didn't hear the commotion. The young woman, however, was secretly observing Ai Liang and the other two under the cover of her phone.

This scene is like a heroine in a romance drama who, with the help of her friends, goes through countless hardships to finally catch up with the hero before boarding the plane.

It's a bit strange that there are two female leads.

"Ai Liang".

Yang Xingyue spoke first.

"Anything else?"

Ai Liang, who is 1.82 meters tall, stood up and looked down at her face.

Perhaps because she had taken a taxi in the rain, Yang Xingyue's hair was a little wet, with some strands stuck together and her bangs plastered tightly to her face. But this did not affect her appearance; on the contrary, it gave her the feeling of a beauty emerging from a bath.

"I won't ask you if you can stay, because even if I did, you wouldn't answer, right?"

Yang Xingyue wore a bitter smile, her voice so weak it was easily drowned out by the downpour.

"Hmm." Ai Liang's expression remained unchanged; he gave a low hum as if in response.

"Ai Liang, do you know that you and Hua Hua have always been the first and second in our class, leaving me, the third, far behind, as if there is an insurmountable chasm between us."

Yang Xingyue began to recount when everyone had just been assigned to the same class.

"To be honest, I was put down by Hua Hua since I was a child, so I didn't plan to do very well in the exam. I was already very satisfied with getting a passable score and being able to study at the same school as Hua Hua at the Experimental Middle School."

Ai Liang neither interrupted her nor chimed in, maintaining the composure of a listener.

"But I found that I couldn't even do that."

Yang Xingyue recounted her embarrassing moments with a self-deprecating tone.

(End of this chapter)