The dry ground quickly seemed to be dyed like ink spreading, the glass of surrounding buildings produced a pleasant sound.
A vague mist of rain arose over the broad streets.
Passersby, one by one, panicked and ran towards the distant advertising platform.
Su Ming hadn't anticipated the rain either. He hastily put the cigarette in his hand into his jacket to keep it dry.
Cold raindrops kept falling, and Su Ming's hair soon got a bit wet. Just as he was about to follow the crowd and run towards the advertising platform ahead, suddenly an umbrella extended from behind him, shielding him from the falling rain.
Su Ming paused slightly and turned his head to look.
He saw a white-haired young girl in a blue lace long dress standing behind him holding an umbrella.
Su Ming stared at the girl's face in front of him and was also stunned.
At that moment, the girl in front of him, somewhat uncertainly, asked,
"Su Ming?"
"Lin Chuyu?"
