The only difference was that she had a suspicious look on her face and he had a faint smile.

Maybe it was through the rain, she didn't see clearly, his smile was mixed with a little sour and sad.

"Eno Fan." Bingqing smiled happily and held up her phone and waved it at him.

When he received her cry to break through the rain, a warm flow flowed through his heart, and he walked towards her with a firm step.

"Why are you here?" Bingqing leaned in front of him, hiding under the umbrella, and looked up at him.

"Come and see you." He replied in a clear and sweet tone, and looked back at her affectionately, "Did you miss me?" ”

Well! She nodded in his arms, leaning closer against him.

He rubbed her hair with his hand and tilted the umbrella a little more towards her, and a little more until the rain could splash his crisp suit, until the umbrella could help protect her from all the wind and rain.

Back in the car, her clothes were as dry as ever, with only a little muddy water at the corners of her skirts. And his coat was almost soaked.

He took off his coat and threw it in the back seat, and she pulled out a tissue to wipe the muddy water off her crystal slipper.

Her slightly bent body faced him, faintly revealing a hint of seductiveness.

He tugged at his collar and unbuttoned a few buttons, but it was raining outside, but he felt that the temperature inside the car was very hot. Fingers covered with the air conditioning switch, and the thought of her thin clothes dispelled the idea of turning on the air conditioner.

"That's right!" Bingqing suddenly remembered that Feiyi was still waiting for her. "I told her to go back first." Eno Fan pulled out a tissue, bent down and lowered his head, and wiped the last trace of muddy water from her shoes. Throw the paper in a black garbage bag.

"Eno Fan." Bingqing looked at his handsome side face and shouted sweetly.

"Hmm." He starts the throttle.

"Eno Fan." She shouted his name several times in a row, and she didn't know what she wanted to say, she just wanted to keep calling him. He would always respond patiently and would not ask her what she was going to say.

Over time, this became a habit between them, and no one would understand the faint coquettishness and ambiguity with which she called his name, nor would anyone understand the pampering and indulgence of his answers.

Eno Fan carries his beloved girl aimlessly around the city in the silent rain. Bingqing felt more relaxed than ever. How she wished it was a trip and that she would never end up with him.

However, where in the world is there something sweeter than honey, and even if there is, there is a sweet thing that never expires, and where there is a non-empty existence after the carnival.

Where there will be a happy existence without waves.

Bingqing didn't want to talk to Jiang Yefan about the reality show. She felt that this moment was the most precious being, and she didn't want any material stench of copper to tarnish the beauty between them.

However, how did their conversation begin?

Bingqing was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, and as long as she closed her eyes, tears would overflow from the corners of her eyes......

She checked her face and saw that on the bedside table, it was Wang Zize's freshly boiled ginger soup, which was still steaming.

Her thoughts pulled her back to that rainy, warm, romantic evening.

Although she has been restraining her memories, she always can't control her thoughts to recall and reflect, maybe, is it really her wrong?

But she didn't say anything.

No, she said a few words......

However, her instinct told her that even if she didn't say it, he was going to break up with her.

Because...... She remembered the way he looked at him standing in the wind and rain with an umbrella.

Through the rain, she should not be able to see clearly, but she is an actress, she has the keenest observation, he is the person she loves very much, and she can feel the slightest fluctuation of his thoughts.

His eyes were joyful, sad, happy, regretful, and frustrated.

Why?

She covered her eyes with her hands, and the warmth moistened her palms. Her heart was swollen as if she had been stripped of a cocoon, and her heart ached, and she felt that breathing was difficult and luxurious.

PS: I'm sad to write this... (To be continued.) )