Jiang Che took the black umbrella from Jiang Lin. It was already raining.
He opened the umbrella and stepped into the drizzling rain.
As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he saw a person walking in the rain on the stone-paved road in the bamboo forest.
The breeze blew, and the drizzling rain made a soft sound as it hit the bamboo leaves. The person under the rain was holding an oil-paper umbrella. The oil-paper umbrella was printed with ink and lotus flowers. The person under the oil-paper umbrella was wearing a light green jade qipao, her waist-length black hair tied up a little with a simple hairpin, and she wore a pair of light-colored stilettos.
In the drizzle, she walked slowly.
Her appearance was outstanding, her temperament was elegant, and her steps were graceful.
Perhaps the sound of the rain was so loud that it hit the heart, so that when the person looked up, the heart of the person under the black umbrella skipped a beat.
