"Miss, the person has been sent away."
Han Suwen saw Ming Jing squatting on the ground picking up some debris and quickly walked over: "Let me do it, you go and rest."
Ming Jing threw the debris into the trash can, slowly wiping her fingers with a wet wipe. She turned around, pulled open the glass door of the balcony, and went out.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain fell like a giant net, making it hard to breathe.
Ming Jing stood in the rain, the wind blowing her clothes, her thin figure swaying as if she was about to ride the wind and return to the sky in the next moment.
Han Suwen opened her mouth, wanting to say that the wound shouldn't touch water and not to catch a cold… but decided to close her mouth instead.
Miss's actions couldn't be understood with a normal person's mindset, so she should just do her own things.
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Jingzhou.
Zheng Qing got out of the car and walked grumbling into the cafe: "What lousy weather …."
