Yongyi stood at the Fencheng Pier, facing the rushing Oman River.
It is a cloudy day.
The sky was low and dark clouds seemed to be looming not far above our heads.
It was so heavy that it was suffocating, and one wished that a thunderous roar would burst out from the black cloud right now, and heavy rain would pour down, destroying everything gray in the world.
Instead of being gloomy and depressed like now.
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