Bian Jichen's eyes seemed to have been washed by the rain, like a forest wrapped in thick fog, different from the sound of the rain around her, there was silence inside, and her dark eyes reflected her face.

She saw her shadow in his eyes.

His shoulders were wet from the rain.

The leaves were washed by the rain to reveal the lightest green underneath, and the green was so quiet that it seemed to cleanse people's hearts.

The rain was still falling from the dark clouds on the horizon, and when it hit the umbrella, it made a dull sound, and the raindrops crackled and bounced on the umbrella, and some of them turned into crystal water, and some splashed out and splashed on her arms.

Pressed against her skin, it turned into a touch of coldness.

And he was standing under this ancient locust tree, cold and outstanding, holding an umbrella in one hand, holding this black umbrella high above her head, shielding her from the wind and rain outside.

He seemed to fall from the sky, and the girl who was well protected by him under the umbrella looked at him stupidly with the schoolbag in her arms. Her hair was also a little wet, and it was now crushing against her forehead.

She must have looked ugly at the time, she thought.

And she didn't care about these details at the time.

She only felt that her mind was blank, and all that was left in her ears was what the classmate had just said on the phone.

She pressed her fingers and hung up.

Her mouth opened.

"Why are you here......"

At this moment, she felt as if she had swallowed a pebble in her throat, and her voice was dry.

"Don't you have a fever?!"

His expression did not change, and his eyes in the rain and mist looked more determined and deep.

At this time, he wrinkled his eyebrows slightly.

"You didn't read my message."

Did he send a message?

Jiang Chacha subconsciously lowered her head and looked at her phone.

clicked on WeChat, and sure enough, I found several messages he sent half an hour ago.

Her face was slightly hot, and she was stupid by herself.

It was obviously raining, but she pinched her phone and her fingers heated up for no reason.

Because of her embarrassment, the voice of the angry questioning he just now gradually lowered.

Lack of confidence.

"I don't see ......"

Bian Jichen looked at her quietly, probably because he was sick, his voice was a little hoarse.

"You didn't reply to my message, I'm worried."

After Jiang Chacha, who was already blank in his head, heard his words, it was like thunder suddenly exploded in his ears on this rainy day.

Her eyebrows were lowered and her voice was quieter because of guilt.

Her voice was so low that she couldn't make out what she was saying.

She suddenly thought of something, and her eyes lit up, "That's right! ”

Then Bian Jichen saw her bow her head, unzip her schoolbag, and tinker with something inside.

He waited patiently.

Because this umbrella is for one person, it is not very large, and it cannot be blocked by two people. And he tilted most of his umbrella towards her.

The rain kept falling on his shoulders, and his bones were cold, but his hand holding the handle of the umbrella was still steady.

He lowered his eyes, endured the discomfort of his body, and looked at her patiently.

Ginger Cha Cha was anxious and irritable.

There will always be some chains dropped at critical moments.

She scrambled to dig through her things, and finally, she pinched the box of gifts.

Before pulling it out.

She was so excited that her heart was beating like a drum.

Bang bang bang.

Nervous enough that her palms were sweating, she squeezed between her fingers, and finally took a deep breath before she finally took it out.

In this heavy rain, the chrysanthemums in the flower beds seem to be more and more lovely, and the white petals wet by the rain sway in the wind, making the dreary weather fresh and lively.

The cold young man stood with an umbrella, tall, and the girl who was below his head and shoulders was holding the schoolbag in her arms tightly, her face was slightly red, and she looked away uncomfortably, she stretched out both hands and handed him a hand-wrapped gift box.

The pure white ribbon on the chocolate box was gently blown in the wind.

(End of chapter)