"Xiao Ye!" Little Han Ye's mother hugged him tightly. She checked on him to see if he had any injuries on him.
"Mum…" Little Han Ye groaned as he stopped his mother's hands from moving around. "I'm fine! I was drenched by the rain, that's it."
"You! Why didn't you wait for the bus?" she asked worriedly as she checked his temperature.
"I was worried about Wushuang… and it's harder for people to say no to me face to face..." Little Han Ye said as he looked at Qing Hai with a sheepish grin.
His mother, Feng Ruoyun, sighed. She took out a pair of purple sports attire from her bag and said, "Young Lady Yuexue told me to bring you this. I think she knew that you'd do something stupid like running under the rain."
