Because of him, Yan Siyi had rejected countless boys. All the love letters, all the gifts, Yan Siyi had always ignored them. She always rejected all the boys who confessed their love to her with one sentence. I'm sorry, I already have a fiancé!
Right! Fiancé! She was determined to be that man's wife!
Although she did not admit that he was young!
"Yup!" Siyi nodded and smiled foolishly.
For some reason, whenever she mentioned him, her heart would always feel particularly sweet.
"Ah, Siyi, Siyi, Siyi, your boyfriend!" Suddenly, a girl called out to her excitedly.
Siyi came back to her senses and looked suspiciously in the direction she was pointing.
Sure enough, in the heavy curtain of rain, a familiar tall figure holding an umbrella was walking towards them unhurriedly.
Siyi couldn't help but grin.
Even in the rain, his temperament was still so elegant, and she always had a feeling that she couldn't move her eyes away.
