Just as Zhou Xueyin was about to give up, at the flower bed where she was waiting for a bus, she spotted a figure that looked very familiar.
When she approached this familiar figure, she discovered that Wei Jingzhu, sitting on the railing of the flower bed, had already been soaked by the rain.
The rain dripped down from his hair, and his downcast appearance seemed to return to the days when he had been heartbroken, looking so pitiable.
"I've come to pick you up..." Zhou Xueyin moved the umbrella over his head.
"Yinyin? You came..." Wei Jingzhu slowly lifted his head, his eyes blurry as he looked at Zhou Xueyin.
"What's happened to you? How did you get into this state? You reek of alcohol. How much did you drink..." Zhou Xueyin was about to help Wei Jingzhu up when a strong smell of alcohol wafted from him.
