The summer rain is like a woman in menopause, changing without warning. Unnoticed, the rain stopped, and so did the wind.

Lightning and thunder receded with the dark clouds, and the gentle moonlight fell, illuminating the puddled water with a unique scene.

Just like the story from the Young Man in Black's mouth, it took only a quarter of an hour from start to finish, yet it was enough to recount the four years of the white-haired girl's life.

In the story, just like now, she had no name. People called her the Street Urchin, whom Mo Shengge encountered by chance on the roadside four years ago.