Her footsteps came closer and closer, but there was no urgency in them at all.
Combat boots made noise against the ground, especially on a rainy day like this, and yet, in Ya Tianxing's ears, the sound of her steps seemed even clearer, as if the wind and rain had inexplicably receded into the distance.
In the end, Mo Shangjun came to his side, slipped under his umbrella in her raincoat, and the water on her raincoat soaked Ya Tianxing all over.
The weather wasn't exactly cold, but the water clinging to him sharpened Ya Tianxing's senses a little.
He couldn't help turning his head to look at the woman who had walked up to him with no scruples at all.
Her training uniform was hidden under the raincoat; because she was slim, it didn't look bulky at all. When she walked, the raincoat swayed with a hint of something almost airy—she always managed to make the simplest outfit carry a touch of cool, sharp-edged style.
More precisely, it was her own flavor.
