He grinned and chuckled quietly to himself.
Mixiao gripped the blazer and wrapped herself up. She bowed her head and didn't answer him.
Su Yan quipped, "Let's go back to the hotel."
"Okay." Mixiao nodded.
Su Yan strolled leisurely but Mixiao strode rather quickly. She was totally drenched, and the winds that were attacking her body was icy. All she wanted was to take a hot bath at that instance.
She hastened her footsteps.
The distance increased between both of them, and Su Yan continued to gaze at her. He didn't hasten his footsteps to catch up with her.
He was used to adapting to any circumstances. He always felt that it was wonderful to admire something or a person he liked from afar.
But this mentality…
Su Yan paused and remained rooted to the spot. He watched as Mixiao ran further ahead. A plethora of emotions whirled in his eyes.
