Ning Qing walked along the road for a while, and it started drizzling.
She wanted to go back to get her umbrella, but when she looked at the bottom lane, she gave up on the idea.
After walking for about ten minutes, she finally saw a figure.
The man didn't take shelter from the rain. He leaned against a large rock and panted heavily.
Hearing the sound, he turned his face to the side, and the scar on his forehead that had faded away was faintly visible.
Nian lie's pupils shrank when he saw ning Qing. why are you here? "
Ning Qing stood at a higher place than him, her long eyelashes drooping slightly. grandfather was worried about you, so he asked me to come and take a look.
The joy in Nian lie's eyes faded, and his pale lips were tightly pursed.
Ning Qing walked in front of him. The rain fell on her head all the way, and her black hair seemed to be stained with white frost.
"Can you walk?" she asked after looking at him for a while.
