There was nothing else to say except "I didn't", and he hugged her so tightly and refused to let go.

The raindrops became heavier and heavier, and even the dense branches and leaves could not stop it, and "fish that slipped through the net" began to get in, dripping on the two people who were hugging each other.

Bai Mo saw that he was unmoved, so he stayed in his arms, motionless.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Luo Zixia's hand touched her wet back, and then she realized from her chagrin, and hurriedly pulled her to run under the opposite roof.

The raindrops were like beads with broken threads, crackling and falling, and Lhotse Xia blocked most of them, and the two of them were a little embarrassed.

There were only two wet passers-by under the porch, who still held her hand and stared at her eagerly.

Bai Mo raised his hand and wiped the rain on his face with his equally wet sleeves, revealing a sweet smile.

His love does not need to be doubted, and it is never hidden, and it is the same at this moment, and he has always been indifferent, Bai Mo just can't understand, even if there is really a misunderstanding in it, why does he react so strongly?

He didn't see any signs of relief, but worse, the misunderstanding was clearly becoming more and more obvious, and he looked down at her, inexplicably distraught.

Bai Mo couldn't comfort him, and he was a little depressed for a while, maybe his reaction was too much before, so it made him uncomfortable, in fact, the past was really not important.

A person who has died once understands that everything is precious and hard-won, and she does not want to spend time thinking about it, let alone affecting the relationship between the two people.

She stood shivering in the cold wind under the porch, and Lhotse noticed that he was about to take off his equally wet coat.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and there was no intention of stopping.

Bai Mo suddenly stood in the rain and waved at him.

He was startled and ran over to cover her from the rain.

The rain was so heavy that it was no longer enough for him to shelter, but it seemed that she was very happy, and smiled at him like a child playing in the water: "Nothing can stop us from going home, right?" ”

Yes, indeed.

Holding hands tightly, they walked in the rain all the way home.

The two of them walked into the elevator wetly, and the rainstorm was over, the two looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing, he reached out and gently touched her cheek, and said softly: "Stupid." ”

Bai Mo held his hand, pressed it to his cheek, and showed a smile.

Is this a defect?

Luo Zixia looked at her helplessly, for the first time in his life, he felt sad that he couldn't make people understand his heart, how much he loved her, he loved her very much from the beginning, he was even deeply moved by himself, but he couldn't let her see it.

He was a little confused, was it the gap between a man and a woman, or a generation gap between her and him?

He has chased him to the United States to handle everything for her, how can he say that he doesn't care about her? If he really only treated her as Ji Sicheng's daughter to help, why did he run over by himself, wouldn't it be solved by making a sum of money?

If he didn't want her to live well, in addition to worrying about food and clothing, he didn't have any worries, why did he go to the trouble to buy Yunsheng's company for her?

If he didn't love her, how could he appear by her side again and again, and even kiss her in the street like a hooligan?

Has she forgotten all this?

Sent her to take a bath, changed out of her wet clothes and went to the kitchen, silently cleaned up the mess she left behind, washed the pot, and cooked a bowl of ginger soup.