Xiaolu stopped in her tracks and looked up, only to see Zhou Chucheng, clad in a suit, standing beside her with a black-handled umbrella in hand.
His tall and distinguished figure complemented hers perfectly.
"It's raining. I'll take you home,"
Zhou Chucheng's gentle voice entered Xiaolu's ears.
The voice that once annoyed her now seemed even more intolerable.
Because that voice had shattered all the strength in her heart in an instant.
She pushed Zhou Chucheng away fiercely, snatched the umbrella from his hand, and then threw it violently to the ground. Next, she stepped forward and kicked it several times, completely destroying the umbrella.
"Zhou Chucheng, I've already told you, I don't like you. Please stay away from me."
Her fists clenched, she uttered the harshest words to him.
Her eyes were red, whether from tears or rainwater, continuously sliding down her cheeks.
The autumn rain, icy cold, instantly soaked their clothes through.
