The British weather was very unpredictable. When you got up in the morning, the sun would be shining, but at night, it would be raining cats and dogs.
Outside the library, the rain was falling. A student wearing a knee-length skirt was holding a stack of books and frowning at the grey clouds in the sky. Who knows when the rain will stop.
She checked her watch. It was already five o'clock. Zheng Ziming was still not here. Her phone was dead and he would not be able to find her anyway. All the umbrellas were gone in the library. Did she have to go home in the rain?
As she was debating, an umbrella appeared in front of her. She hesitated and tilted her head. She saw a handsome but cold face. Simple shirt and trousers could not cover his elegance. He was very tall, almost a head taller than her. Looked like a Chinese.
"Is this for me?" she asked in English.
The man did not say no, but his arm remained the position.
