Tears welled up in Lin Qingyuan's eyes at his cutting tone. She threw her arms around his neck, though she retorted indignantly, "Wouldn't you be happier if I died? You wouldn't have to get mad at me anymore!"
Long Xuan pursed his lips, and without warning, pressed her head down and kissed her fervently.
They could taste the salty rainwater on each other's lips as they became entangled in each other's arms.
In the covered corridor, Zhao Heng and Chen Qiyu shared a smile as they watched on.
Bai He had fetched an umbrella, but she was unsure if she should interrupt the scene before her.
After pondering for a moment, she eventually decided not to approach them.
The General may have a foul mouth, but there was no denying that he was extremely protective of Miss.
Otherwise, he would not have turned back despite already leaving.
Similarly, he would not let Miss stay out in the rain for too long.
