The guards and servants looked back at him worriedly. Finally, they returned to their posts, hoping that the rain would not last too long because their young master was still standing in the rain, under the tree.
Rong chonger looked at Feng Yuxi standing in the rain with satisfaction. She turned around and returned to her bedroom. Standing in front of the French window, she looked down at the shadow under the tree. Suddenly, she closed her eyes and muttered, “Ah Sheng...”
The heavy rain lasted the whole night. It only cleared up at six o’clock in the morning. Feng Yuxi stood there for the whole night and was also drenched in the rain. He was so cold that he was shivering. His face was pale and his lips were pale.
“Young master! The rain has stopped. You should go in and rest!”The maid rushed over at the moment the rain stopped. She supported Feng Yuxi who was on the verge of collapse and helped him into the room. The kitchen had been boiling ginger soup.
