However, the weather was becoming increasingly overcast, and it was clear that rain was imminent. Gu Xiaoer shuffled towards a corner near the entrance, hugging her scant clothes tightly around her to ward off the cold.
In her heart, she continually prayed for Han Luoli to come quickly and for the rain to hold off.
Gu Xiaoer's prayers went unheard; Han Luoli did not come, but the pouring rain did.
What had begun as a light drizzle soon intensified into a steady, dense shower.
Now, Gu Xiaoer really was like a drowned rat, with no place to take shelter, and this villa area seldom had any taxis passing through.
Walk or stay, she would be drenched either way.
Gu Xiaoer was caught in a dilemma, but she still waited obediently for Han Luoli to appear.
Just wait a bit longer, she thought, any moment now, he'll suddenly show up.
