"I'm sorry, Xixi, I can't abandon her."
Having said that, Lu Jianshen stood up and left.
Nan Xi watched his retreating figure and smiled foolishly.
Indeed, he couldn't abandon Fang Qinglian, so he could just abandon her, couldn't he?
At this moment, in his eyes and in his heart, there was only room for that one woman; perhaps he had long forgotten just how heavy the rain was today, and how scared she had been.
After Lu Jianshen had left, Nan Xi got up as well.
Through the second floor, she could clearly see Lu Jianshen's silhouette.
He didn't use an umbrella, nor did he take a car; he simply dashed into the curtain of rain.
His entire body was soaked, but that hint of cold and peerless elegance, unrivalled in the world, remained upright in the wind and rain.
