All sleep deserted Jiang Tan in an instant, and she awoke completely. Opening her eyes, she looked at Zhou Yinghuai in front of her, dressed in a simple black shirt, "Will you go with me?"
"Su Yue told me that today is the anniversary of your parents' deaths," Zhou Yinghuai said, his voice subdued, still exhibiting that nonchalant demeanor.
He sat down beside Jiang Tan and gently stroked her hair, his eyes lingering with depth and attachment.
Zhou Yinghuai paused before adding, "I'll go with you and hold an umbrella for you."
Some people say that the loss of loved ones leaves a lifetime of dampness.
Jiang Tan strongly agreed, having truly and keenly felt it over the years.
But this man named Zhou Yinghuai, he sat in front of her and told her, "I can hold an umbrella for you."
Suddenly, Jiang Tan felt that the dampness of many years finally had a chance to ease and dissipate.
She stared straight at Zhou Yinghuai, her distinct black and white eyes misting over.
