Ji Yinbing stood under the roof with a group of adults in their twenties beside her. Her young age made her stand out.
Craven saw her immediately.
It was already very cold in Boston in November. Ji Yinbing wore a beige windbreaker and jeans and carried a bag as she stood at the door. She wore a gray velvet hat that covered her short hair. Her pretty and cold face stared blankly at the rain on the ground.
"Hey, sweetheart." Craven held the umbrella over Ji Yinbing's head.
Ji Yinbing was so shocked that her entire body went numb.
When they first met, Craven was a particularly shy boy. Gradually, he let go of himself and became glib-tongued. He kept calling her sweetheart, but Ji Yinbing was not used to it. After being chased by Craven for more than a month, Ji Yinbing still felt irritated at first. Gradually, when she realized that Craven was indeed an evenly matched opponent, she admired him.
Geniuses admired geniuses.
