Lin Nuan had just gone down the stairs a few steps before someone pulled forcefully at her slender hand. Her whole body fell backward, knocking into a solid warm wall as the scent of nicotine infiltrated her sense of smell.
Cars flew past puddles, making the water splash up, instantly drenching Lin Nuan's feet which she had yet to retract; the part of her leg under her right knee felt icy cold.
She raised her head to see Fu Huai'an holding her arm with one hand and a black umbrella in the other, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. His strong facial features appeared before her eyes with his brows slightly furrowed, his deep eyes staring at her.
Half of the cold bright light from the hospital's entrance was blocked by the black umbrella and the remaining half fell upon his strong jawline and broad shoulders.
