Lang Yan only noticed something was amiss and then turned his attention to see what was going on.
At first glance, he saw Mo Shangjun standing in the heavy rain, dressed in a raincoat and holding an umbrella.
The rain was heavy and cool, pattering crisply and pleasantly on the umbrella.
Mo Shangjun stood still, her slender figure making the large black umbrella seem like a barrier separating her from the curtain of rain. The black raincoat draped over her body cast a long and somber shadow. Water droplets trickled down the umbrella ribs, converging into streams that plopped onto the concrete ground and splashed up, scattering droplets that dampened her army boots, trouser hems, and raincoat.
The hand holding the umbrella handle was even paler than usual, probably due to the cold, very noticeable against the black backdrop.
