Ming Jing strolled leisurely, showing no signs of hurry, despite the heavy rain.
Shen Zhou glanced at her and chuckled, "We're already soaked. Running won't help; it will only make us look more pathetic. A walk in the rain can actually be quite picturesque."
In the blink of an eye, both of them were drenched, but there was no hint of discomfort. They looked at each other in the rain and shared a smile.
Watching them, Shen Ke couldn't help but think that they'd gone mad.
"Only when the heart is burdened by rain do we need an umbrella," Ming Jing spoke lightly. Rainwater splashed onto her white, damp clothing, making her slender silhouette seem particularly isolated in the dark curtain of rain—a reticent saint.
Shen Ke was taken aback, "Lesson learned, Master." He gave up running, having already soaked himself. Running or not made no difference now.
His mood relaxed, creating a unique atmosphere, even making the somber night seem charming.
