A thunderclap echoed through the night.
After a loud thunderclap, torrential rain came pouring down.
Zhou Xufang hid the porridge she was carrying inside her coat and ran across the street, tugging at her hat. The sudden downpour urged pedestrians to scatter.
The night was chilly and the rain wrapped everything in a misty haze. Through the thick veil of water vapor, Zhou Xufang saw a black umbrella. A figure stood under it, backlit, under a tree. The rain splashed up, wetting his white sneakers. Looking up, she saw a pair of beige casual pants, then a pair of long, slender hands holding the umbrella, the fingers delicate and very pale, save for the neatly trimmed nails which glowed with a hue of pink.
Zhou Xufang recognized those hands.
She ran a little faster: "Jiang Zhi."
The umbrella lifted slightly and she saw his face.
The normally curved line of his lips straightened when he saw her, "It's pouring rain, you don't know to use an umbrella?"
