She told me that she picked a homestay not far away from the central city. She had been planning to roam along on gentle slopes, shooting some cute on her way that afternoon. But all didn’t go as planned, that it was pouring until nightfall, she had nothing to do but lie on her back lazily. She told me at that time she had heard frogs were croaking mixed up with the rain sounds in the distance. It reminds her of her happy childhood. Then, she talked a blue streak about those days. How wonderful she got on such a rainy day. How wonderful life she had lived as being young. And after all, she said nothing, just sighing. Perhaps deep inside her heart always exist a great regret. ...