I still can't like it here. Even today, Xiaomu and I have been intimate. But walking here, I still think of that rainy night. My father led Xiaomu's hand in, bought her a three-color ice cream and watched her eat it with the most loving eyes. To this day, I can be relieved, I think I can understand that night. However, what I am sad about is that I have paid for my relationship with my father...