Ning Yuan walked out of the yard and looked at the tall man standing outside, a lump in her throat.
The drizzle had already drenched the man's broad shoulders. He had both hands in his pockets, his dark eyes looking into the distance. His side profile was sharp and cold, and he was as quiet as a stone statue. No one knew what he was thinking.
Ning Yuan jogged toward him.
She raised the umbrella high above his head.
He looked sideways at her.
Their eyes met and her eyes turned red.
"Why are you crying?" He asked with a chuckle.
Ning Yuan glared at him with a straight face. "Why are you standing here? If my grandmother doesn't let you in, will you keep standing here?"
Ye Yu took the umbrella from her and held it above their heads. He glanced at the town that was covered by the rain. "I haven't stopped to relax for many years and suddenly feel that the scenery here is different."
