Lu Jianshen put away his phone and glanced out the window again, saying, "The rain seems to be letting up a bit. It's just an umbrella; I can run quickly and won't get much wet."
Suddenly, Nan Xi thought of the time she had braved the heavy rain to find Niannian. She had been completely drenched and shivering with cold.
That feeling was truly awful.
Especially when the wind blew against her, it felt as painful as knives slicing through her skin.
Seeing that Nan Xi hadn't said anything, Lu Jianshen's heart finally sank.
He spoke up, "You should rest early, I'm leaving."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Just at that moment, a clear cough reached Nan Xi's ears.
"Are you catching a cold?" she couldn't help but ask.
"A little," Lu Jianshen nodded, then explained, "It's minor, not too severe."