Through the curtain of rain, the man in front slightly tilted his head, his eyes smiling, looking over with a focused and joyful gaze, making Song Tan's heart flutter after a moment's daze.
He looks so good.
She thought: Thankfully, I didn't miss this.
The thought had just crossed her mind when she already ran down the staircase from the terrace, and Lun Chuan only had time to shout:
"The rain—" The outdoor stairs not only get you wet but are also quite slippery!
In the next moment, the private space under the umbrella was invaded, and the person she liked hugged his waist tightly with a damp embrace.
Lun Chuan was momentarily startled, grasping the umbrella handle with one hand while instinctively wrapping his other arm around her, touching her rain-soaked hair, surrounded by the fresh scent of grass and trees.
"...You're all wet." He sighed.
Song Tan, however, peeked out from his embrace, eyes smiling, voice soft: "I missed you so much!"
