Mu Siyin lifted her gaze slightly and looked at the black umbrella. Her pulse raced as she turned around quickly.
A cold yet flawless face entered her sight. At that instant, she was shocked beyond words.
Shi Beiyu lifted a hand helplessly and wiped away the raindrops on her hair. With a frown, he said, "It's raining. You shouldn't spend so much time here."
Only then did Mu Siyin come back to her senses and look at him in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Shi Beiyu's gaze landed on the tombstone and looked at the picture of a woman beaming sweetly. He looked utterly conflicted as he whispered, "I'm here to see your sister."
The crease on Mu Siyin's forehead deepened. "But… Isn't it your father's..."
"I came here from the Shi family's cemetery."
Mu Siyin understood now.
That was why he was here.
Upon noticing how drenched she was, Shi Beiyu lectured, "Why are you standing under the rain if you have an umbrella?"
