The rain grew heavier outside the window, and Sheng Shushu leaned against the window lattice to look at the lake for a while.
Of course, she couldn't see Xiao Yu; he wouldn't possibly jump into the lake to retrieve the ring.
This absurd idea had crossed Xiao Yu's mind, but as he went downstairs and got soaked by the rain, his rationality gradually returned.
He had never swerved from propriety, with nearly every cell in his body born of reason, except that he had faltered more than once when it came to Sheng Shushu.
Her first night, her second night...
The first time she deliberately avoided, the second time...
The first time he took over looking after her for the Xiao Family, the second time...
The car was still parked in the same spot, the headlights turning on and off.
In the veil of rain, the man sat in the driver's seat, arm draped over the window, the rain falling partly on his bent elbow, his clothes gradually getting drenched.
