The autumn rain is like a silvery sticky spider silk, gently netting the whole of Kanagawa. The sky is like a dirty rag, and the dark clouds are like stains on the rag, which makes people dreary to see.

Colorful umbrellas converge into countless irregular rivers, flowing and undulating through the streets.

Holding a plain umbrella, Qiye slowly walked through the rain.

A few days ago, she stumbled upon a second-hand book store on the street, and as a book lover, she naturally went in to visit it, and was pleasantly surprised to find the out-of-print book she had been looking for. However, the shopkeeper told her with some distress that these books had already been ordered.

Qiye felt a little regretful in his heart, and at the same time became curious about the person who was predetermined.

In fact, it is a set of ancient books about ghosts, different from the popular supernatural stories, or novels with fantasy colors, the content is more theoretical, and normal people who like the supernatural will also find its boring content boring.

So she had the mentality of a chance encounter, as long as she was free, she would come to this bookstore to browse, and it would be great if she could find other good books. It's just that every time she comes in, when she sees the set of books placed not far from the counter, she can only sigh in her heart.

It's like a person with a sweet tooth who sees a limited-edition dessert in front of a glass counter, and just when you are salivating, you are told that you can only look at it, not eat it, so depressing.

However, when she came to the store today, she found that the corner where the book was stored was empty.

Since she came every day and bought a lot of books, the store manager was also quite familiar with her, and when he saw her staring at the corner, he naturally understood her thoughts.

"The front foot just walked." He smiled at her.

"Yes, thank you." She pursed her lips and bowed politely to the other.

This time she didn't stay long in the bookstore, and she walked out.

It was still drizzling outside, and the sky was terribly overcast. Most of the people walked briskly with umbrellas in their hands, making a big splash.

When he reached the corner of the street, Nanaya stopped.

Not far away stood a woman, dressed in a long blue dress and long rain boots underneath. She didn't wear a raincoat or an umbrella, but just stood quietly in the rain, her long blue hair sticking to her face and shoulders, and her lips seemed to be shivering from the cold.

It's a bit troublesome, a thought flashed through Nanaya's mind, and just as she was about to step forward, a teenager appeared in her sight. Holding a transparent umbrella, he approached the woman step by step.

Qiye hurriedly chased after him, and just as the boy was about to hold the umbrella on the girl's head, he grabbed his hand.

Looking at each other, both of them were stunned.

"Asahi-san?!"

"Yukimura-kun!?"

After the surprise, an awkward atmosphere spread.

After a stalemate of five or six seconds, Nanaya realized that she was still holding the boy's hand tightly. After slowly letting go of her hand, she said "rude" to the other party.

"Yukimura-kun better not do that." After some consideration, Nanaya still told Yukimura of her intentions.

In fact, it was not an ordinary woman without an umbrella in front of her, but the legendary rain girl.

When she was in the rain, the man smiled and motioned to her for an umbrella, and then he could not escape her entanglement, and eventually he would leave because he could not resist the heavy moisture.

"If you ignore the girl in the rain, it's not something a gentleman can do." Yukimura Seiichi smiled at her, and there was persistence in that seemingly gentle smile.

It's really hard to do, but I met someone as serious as Yukimura-kun. Seven nights are calm on the surface, but in fact, their hearts are beginning to think quickly about countermeasures.

Who knew that the curvature of the corners of Yukimura's mouth suddenly increased a lot, and his eyes instantly turned into a crescent moon, which made the always calm Qiye stunned for a second.

"Asahi-san, you can see it too."

This is a declarative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Qiye looked at the other party's bright and slightly sly smile in a daze, and was speechless for a while.