Cries.
His ear was filled with her crying, her delicate body was deathly cold. Huo Beichen had just realized that there wasn't a single umbrella around and he had no way to get one.
Forget it. With no other choice, he awkwardly lifted his arms and sheltered Tang Mo'er's head with his hands.
Caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, she didn't seem to notice, or perhaps she was past the point of caring.
Tang Mo'er continued crying for a long time until she finally became too exhausted. Spinning around she trudged along the shore, her steps slow and heavy.
Huo Beichen's arms were still in mid-air, he looked at her back view and felt somewhat irritated. This woman was so rude she didn't even thank him.
They walked back to the streets and Huo Beichen chased at her heels. "Hey, Tang Mo'er, get in my car, I'll take you home."
