The tone was a bit angry.
Zhou Xufang didn't know why he was upset. She stood still obediently and poked the umbrella towards him with a finger: "I'm already wet, it doesn't matter. You're delicate, you can't get wet."
Jiang Zhi snorted and stubbornly tilted the umbrella towards her.
Under the streetlight, Zhou Xufang looked at him. The rain battered down, leaving his hair flat, without his usual defiant air, he looked more youthful.
She felt he looked even more fragile and threw his wool coat over his head before running into the rain, leaving the umbrella with him. She didn't go far, just a short distance ahead.
Jiang Zhi: "..."
From the gate of the villa area to Jiang Zhi's house was just a few steps, but the rain was heavy. Zhou Xufang was drenched.
She wore black canvas shoes today. With the heavy rain, the soles of her shoes were all muddy. She stared at the doormat at the entrance for a long time but didn't follow Jiang Zhi inside.
