Zhao Rong had not reached the Realm where he could see in the night, and perhaps "that person" across the darkness could, but he could not.
However.
In the darkness, those long eyes like autumn water were exceedingly bright, their light clear and piercing.
Zhao Rong knew it was her, and even in the pitch-blackness where he could not see his own hand before his face, he could accurately pinpoint the position of the teardrop mole under her left eye.
What expression did Qing Jun wear at this moment?
Zhao Rong really wanted to know.
When the slim silhouette stopped at the corner, Zhao Rong quickly moved forward to the same eave she was under.
But this place offered no shelter from the rain, the cold autumn rain still beating diagonally onto Zhao Rong and Lingfei.
However, neither of them cared, as at this moment, their eyes only held each other.
Zhao Rong removed his straw rain cape, raised his hand, and wiped his face, "Have you finally deigned to see me?"
