The spring rain is particularly abundant, gentle, fine, and soft. Threads of rain, like thousands of silvery threads, drift down from the sky, looking at a distance like a beautiful pearl curtain.
In weather like this, Song Qinghuan really doesn't want to go out.
But her brother Li Chengyun left today. A friend of her brother Yan Pingdan's, from Kyoto, a famous designer named Hua Miaomiao, has come to visit.
It would have been all right if a grown man had a feminine name like Miaomiao and delicate appearance, but what bothered Qinghuan was his mannerism of flamboyantly pointing with his curled fingers.
However, what surprised her was that Hua Miaomiao knew Jin Lin, when they saw each other, they began arguing as if they held a grudge.
At lunch, Jin Lin purposely provoked Hua Miaomiao.
She added a lot of salt to the soup she served Miaomiao. The intense saltiness, that lingered in his mouth, made him shiver uncontrollably.
