The rain pounded on the car windows, forming a huge rain curtain. Under this rain curtain, the familiar street scenes seemed strange, as if they were in a strange place.
In the black car, Meng Ben lowered her head and looked at her palms. Her slightly rough palm lines were very different from the style here.
A soft and lightly scented towel touched Riley Meng's cheek.
Elise Song turned sideways, with a delicate profile. She held a white towel in her fair hand and was gently wiping her hair that had been accidentally wet by the rain. There were still small drops of water hanging on the tip of her nose, while the other side With one hand, he handed the towel on the side to Riley Meng.
"A drowned rat." She said impatiently, "Just wipe it."
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