Along the rainy path, the couple shared one umbrella.
Initially, Yu Gangan kept trying to move to the side. But, the umbrella in Fang Zhihan's hand moved as well. As a result, no matter where she moved, she did not get wet. However, Fang Zhihan's shoulder was completely soaked on one side.
Yu Gangan leaned in towards the man and held onto the umbrella as well, "Your shirt's getting wet."
Fang Zhihan lowered his gaze and looked at her, gently pursing his lips. For a fleeting moment, his eyes looked calm and unwavering, but warm and slightly dark.
His gaze made Yu Gangan feel a little awkward. She felt that a scene such as sharing an umbrella was something that only lovers did, so her face turned red as she looked away.
At that moment, a cold wind swept by, dispersing any ambiguity in the air as Yu Gangan sneezed.
"Achoo!"
